Ye Shaohua rose to her feet, accepted the gift, her expression indifferent.
No, I'm afraid that you—
Won't be able to bear the consequences.
Once she had taken the splendid garments, the eunuch supervisor finally withdrew his gaze, a trace of contempt appearing on his face, "This is an imperial grace granted by His Majesty to you. Someone as cruel as you should not have been invited to the banquet."
Ye Shaohua lowered her eyes, and the eunuch supervisor, thinking she was too overcome with emotion to speak, turned with satisfaction to go back and report.
Yuwen Jing and Yuwen Zhe were in the midst of receiving envoys.
Upon seeing the eunuch supervisor returning, Yuwen Jing and Yuwen Zhe slowed their pace a few steps behind the envoys.
"How did it go?" Yuwen Jing glanced at the eunuch, his voice lowered.
But, when he noticed that the small eunuch following behind him no longer held the palace dress, he knew his scheme had succeeded.
