Meng Jiuchang left the capital with the letter that same night, and Song Yunzhao couldn't rest easy.
The atmosphere in Shouci Palace was also dismal. The Empress Dowager's expression was grim; she hadn't expected An Shutong to be so useless. To be sent back by the Emperor midway through the journey was a complete and utter humiliation.
Qin Xiyue sat in her own palace hall, her gaze fixed on An Shutong's chambers. A cold smirk played on her lips.
'I thought the Empress Dowager and An Shutong were supposed to be so formidable, but look at them now. They mocked me for being useless, but when it was their turn, they were no different, were they?'
Consort Shu was busy with palace affairs and had no time to worry about An Xiaoyi. After all, she wasn't the one who had been disgraced, so she simply treated it as a bit of entertainment.
