Ye Chutang turned around and saw a dashing figure dressed in red stride in.
It was Princess Qingyang.
Ye Chutang's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Princess, how did you find the time to come to the palace today?"
Consort Rong was also delighted to see her. "Ayue, you're here!"
Being able to address Princess Qingyang so directly and affectionately by her personal name was a clear sign of their close relationship.
Princess Qingyang unfastened her fox-fur cloak, casually handing it to a nearby palace attendant before walking in, looking much more comfortable.
"Well, I was just—"
She had barely spoken when Consort Rong raised a finger, gesturing for her to be quiet.
Only then did Princess Qingyang notice Emperor Muwu lying on the bed. He had just taken his medicine and his eyes were closed, and she couldn't tell if he was asleep.
"I was just concerned for His Majesty, you see!"
Princess Qingyang was quick on the uptake, immediately offering a curtsy with a sweet smile.
