Pale and slender fingers drew out a white outer robe and draped it over her body while Ye Shaohua fixed the belt around herself.
She glanced sideways at Duan Yunxiu, "Is Yang Ziji in a hurry?"
Her voice was clear and somewhat deep.
Heard in the ears, it was like the gentlest enchantment.
Though the robe was snow-white, which should look as cold as a lotus on Snow Mountain, Duan Yunxiu couldn't understand why he felt the air around them grow somewhat hot and dry.
"It's nothing," Duan Yunxiu gave her a glance, then sighed, "Not in a hurry, we'll wait for you outside the Palace Gate."
He left, taking the door with him.
Ye Shaohua had already put on her outer robe, but did not leave. Instead, she looked towards the curtain behind the door.
"Empress Dowager, please come out," she sighed.
The Empress Dowager's face was a mix of emotions as she emerged from behind the curtain, followed by someone holding a cup of wine in hand.
