The cold rain hit my face, which hurt more than a slap.
Su Nianqing knelt on the blue brick floor in front of the imperial study, her knees no longer feeling cold.
The rain dripped down her hair and accumulated into a cold puddle at her collar.
Standing in front of her was a white-faced and beardless eunuch wearing gold-embroidered boots, the toes of which were right next to her fingers.
Manager Lin.
"Princess Qingyang, your Majesty has decreed that the royal family will hunt you in three days. You must accompany us."
Manager Lin's voice was high-pitched, with a hint of yin and yang in it, "Our family is here to convey the decree in person. Princess, you should kneel down and thank Long'en."
Su Nianqing said nothing.
