NOVPUBShen Roujia nodded, then slowly let out a breath of relief.
“If nothing else happens by tomorrow, then all our efforts over these days won’t have been in vain.”
After she spoke, Xiao Fu beamed with happiness and looked at Xu Shiyi. “That’s wonderful!”
Xu Shiyi glanced at Shen Roujia, his face still stern and serious.
Shen Roujia gazed out the window at the bleak scenery, her lips slightly pursed, deep in thought.
Early the next morning, the palace gates opened, and a crowd had already gathered outside.
The first person Shen Roujia saw was Xu Zening.
He sat there quietly, his eyes fixed on Shen Roujia. When their eyes met, he smiled faintly, as if feeling a sense of relief.
Shen Roujia, catching his mood, also felt her own tension ease.
She adjusted her veil and approached to greet the Emperor.
“Your Majesty, I greet you,” she said, bowing respectfully.
The Emperor looked at Shen Roujia with concern, carefully assessing her as she held An’er and began to walk towards them.
At that moment, Consort Shu suddenly rushed forward.
“Your Majesty, be careful!”
Shen Roujia, puzzled, watched as the Imperial Guards suddenly surrounded them. She looked at Xu Zening in confusion, who seemed equally bewildered. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
“Consort Shu! What are you doing?” Xu Zening demanded, his tone tense.
