Xuan Cheng's palace was closed on the day Zhao Ming went to her, so he came the next day in the morning. He had chosen the path of teleportation, landing straight to Xuan Cheng's garden without alerting her guards. He followed her regal and graceful movements to spot her.
In front of the expansive, circular window that framed a peaceful scene of the garden and a pond. Within the pond, water lilies gently blossomed beneath the gentle sunlight, glistening like pearls on delicate fabric, adorned with morning dew.
In the quiet ambience of the study, Xuan Cheng was sitting on a warm cushion, her body bending forward, leaning against the huge white rosy paper which she had been staring for a long time.
Xuan Cheng had been trying to avoid Eunuch Jiu and Li Quan who were hurrying her every day for the prescription she had mentioned. So, she hid in the study and planned to busy herself in some hobby so that she doesn't get bored.
