After stepping out of the palace hall, Zhang Sancai felt as if he had just experienced death, and he swore in his heart never to easily agree to relay messages again.
He then thought about how His Majesty had summoned the Noble Consort tonight. He had helped the Noble Consort, and there would surely be a reward later when he passed on the decree. With this in mind, his mood improved somewhat. The Noble Consort was generous, and after all, it was worth it this time.
Zhang Sancai instructed the young eunuchs around to serve His Majesty diligently without slackening, and he then led the task given by His Majesty toward Huaqing Palace.
After Zhang Sancai had withdrawn, the Emperor in the Star Palace had been holding a vermilion brush for a while, unable to concentrate on the characters in the memorial.
He had initially thought that having someone to dine with him at dinner could help him divert some attention.
