However, past impressions were deeply rooted in Qin Jinhao's heart. He still took this doubt as a coincidence and set it aside for the moment.
Eastern Palace
As dawn barely lightened the sky, continuous sounds of breaking echoed through the magnificent palace.
Soon after, three or four scantily clad women, with heads lowered, rushed out of the hall, as if afraid that a moment's delay would cost them their lives.
As the last woman stepped out of the palace, a porcelain cup flew from behind her and struck her on the calf.
She cried out in pain and fell to the ground, with blood streaming down her calf. The porcelain cup shattered on the smooth floor.
"Hurry up and help her away!" A eunuch at the door hurriedly commanded other palace maids to drag the injured woman away from the palace entrance.
Then, he beckoned more palace maids and eunuchs to quickly clean up the mess.
Everyone in the Eastern Palace was on edge, fearing that they might be next.
