Everyone in Huayang Palace was busy packing their bags. Qin Xiyue sat by the window, sipping her tea. From there, she could see the palace attendants of the East Wing coming and going; they were likely packing as well.
Qin Xiyue sneered. 'These last few months have been so unpleasant.' An Shutong had seemed quiet enough after moving into Huayang Palace, but the attendants serving her were gifts from the Empress Dowager. Each one was insufferably arrogant and treated Qin Xiyue's own people with utter disrespect. How could their two households possibly coexist pleasantly?
'If An Shutong had any intention of reining them in, they never would have dared to act this way. She's just doing it on purpose.'
Qin Xiyue was certain of it. This was An Shutong's deliberate revenge for what had happened before.
Where was the sisterly closeness they once shared? These past few months, they had treated each other with icy formality.
