Dawn was breaking, with the first light piercing through the darkness, but it lacked its usual strength, casting a feeble glow amidst the lingering shadows.
A carriage raced through the abandoned streets, the whip raining down on the horses' backs like raindrops, the coachman's voice almost breaking with fear and panic.
The hurried queen inside was even more anxious, no longer able to maintain her usual composure, repeatedly lifting the carriage curtain, urging the carriage to go faster.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we're still not there yet," the Empress's trembling voice commanded, her hand tightly clutching the curtain while the nanny beside her held onto her mistress, fearing that the rushing carriage would throw the Empress out.
"Whoa—" As soon as the carriage arrived at the Crown Prince's Mansion, two guards swiftly took over the reins. The Empress couldn't wait for the step stool and jumped down, heading straight for the study.
