Mingshu entered the door quite smoothly, and met with no resistance; the Pear Blossom Brew had tasted sweet at first, but it packed a powerful aftermath, and by now her mind was hardly clear, her actions entirely dependent on her mood.
Thus, when she noticed the strangely eerie silence within the palace hall, Yun Zhi had already keenly stopped in her tracks, while Mingshu, heartlessly carefree, cheerfully stepped through the door.
Scarcely had she steadied herself when Consort Ru, like a butterfly amid flowers, fluttered up to her, eagerly cradling her hands. Whether it was an illusion or not, there seemed to be a shimmer of tears in her eyes, "Noble Consort Sister, how come you're here? Come on in, please…"
Mingshu was already slow to gather her thoughts, and with this sudden interruption by Consort Ru, she was even less capable of responding, stupefied and dumbfounded, as Consort Ru dragged her inside.
Was it her imagination?
Was Consort Ru unusually enthusiastic tonight?
