"His Majesty has arrived—"
Yun Zhi's gaze was loaded with meaning, and Mingshu couldn't stand it, awkwardly shifting her gaze first and looking outside the door, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.
It was so late, what was Si Chu doing here? Was there something wrong?
As soon as Si Chu stepped through the door, he saw Mingshu seated under the lamp.
She was dressed in a moon-white gauze skirt, her glowing white skin faintly visible beneath, her half-dry black hair draped over her shoulders, enveloped in a moist haze, with droplets rolling off her hair tips, casting deep colors on the gauze skirt.
Because she was in her own palace, she wasn't wearing shoes or socks, and her bare feet peeked out from beneath her skirt, her toes pearly and lovely, showing a faint pink hue.
Mingshu looked up with a small face, her almond eyes widening slightly with astonishment, her black and white pupils expressing natural confusion, "Your Majesty?"
