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The New Year's Eve had passed just like that, and for the next few days everything seemed quiet. Bai Ruozhu couldn't believe it was truly over. She couldn't accept that the sinister man with the ghostly mask had entered the palace merely to seek pleasure?
Or perhaps because she had discovered him, he hadn't been able to silence her with death, so he temporarily canceled his plan?
What was his purpose for sneaking into the Inner Palace—to assassinate the Emperor, to change the dynasty?
Bai Ruozhu rubbed her forehead. These matters shouldn't concern her. She should think less about them. The more she dealt with palace affairs, the more weary her heart became.
She glanced at the still unconscious Consort Le, her eyebrows furrowing tightly again. What could she do to ensure that the poison was completely cured for Consort Le?
