In the early morning, An Lingrong, having experienced "first favors from His Majesty," woke from the limitless satisfaction and languor, opened her eyes in a daze, and realized the man beside her had already left. She wasn't surprised at all; blushing, clinging to the brocade quilt, she pondered with the innocence of a young girl and then started to wonder—why had nobody come to attend to her yet?
Even though this was Jade Screen Palace, and even though His Majesty had left in a hurry that morning without giving any orders, her palace maids should have appeared by now.
Once she became aware of the anomaly, more abnormalities began to surface incessantly.
Why was there not a single person who stayed overnight in the inner chamber, and why was it so silent?
"Someone..."
"Ah, Sister Xia, she's awake!"
"Hmph, what good does waking up do? If you ask me, it would be better if she kept dreaming forever!"
"Sister, now we're all grasshoppers on the same string, so could you not..."
