This palace is more deserted than I imagined.
There are carved beams and painted pillars, but there is an air of lifelessness. I carried the hem of my skirt and didn't meet any maids along the way. Only the creaking gravel under my feet responded to my uneasiness.
"Miss Chu, we're here." Nanny Li, who was leading the way, stopped. There was no emotion or anger on her withered face, but her cloudy eyes looked back and forth on me as if they were inspecting a piece of merchandise. I secretly took a breath and told myself, if it comes, let it be.
Aunt Li took me to a remote courtyard, pointed to the wooden door with peeling paint, and said in a cold tone: "Your Majesty has ordered that Miss Chu rest here after a long journey. She is not allowed to move around without being summoned."
What a "good rest" is clearly a disguised form of house arrest! I sneered in my heart, but my face remained calm, and I nodded obediently. Seeing how knowledgeable I was, Grandma Li seemed to have an imperceptible curve in her mouth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
