Night had settled quietly over the palace empress cotyard
The lanterns outside swayed gently under the cool breeze, casting warm golden shadows across the courtyard.
Inside the Empress's chamber—
Peace finally returned after the exhausting day.
The invitation cards had been written.
The sweets prepared.
The betrothal gifts arranged.
Even the servants had gone to rest early after running around the entire residence all day.
—
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
—
The Empress sat near the window in loose night robes, slowly brushing her damp hair after bathing.
For once—
Her mind felt calm.
No politics.
No assassination attempts.
No palace arguments.
Just silence.
—
Then—
A voice suddenly whispered beside her ear.
"…Your hair looks like seaweed."
—
The Empress nearly jumped.
"AH—!"
She turned sharply.
And there—
Floating upside down from the ceiling—
Was the female ghost, Fen Yu, grinning mischievously.
—
"You scared me!"
—
Fen Yu burst into laughter.
