Imperial Palace.
Zhao Yushu, dressed in a purple low-neck palace skirt, with her thick, green-black hair simply tied into a ponytail, hurried along the veranda with red pillars, her head lowered and expression anxious, heading to her Glazed Palace.
Once far from the Lanxiang Palace, Zhao Yushu slowed her pace from a jog to a brisk walk. Her pale face, tinged with panic, was red and alluring, like the glowing clouds on the horizon.
It was only upon reaching the area of her palace complex that Zhao Yushu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, it was also due to this relaxation that she had the mind to notice other things; her brows slightly furrowed, and that tearing sensation became particularly pronounced with her recent running.
