Qingcheng glanced at the place in front of her. She couldn't distinguish the whiteness of the clouds or the blue of the sky in the obscure place. The only thing she could feel now was the invisible breeze.
When her wide sleeves were lifted up by the wind and her black hair on one shoulder swayed gently, the beautiful scenery made several maids walking in the garden stunned. No matter when and where she was, she was always so eye-catching, even if
Today she is covered in injuries and her heart is filled with blood, but her brilliance cannot cover up even half of it.
The little maid came to urge her, but they didn't expect that they would see her at the door of the room just after they arrived in the garden. Her light eyes were misty and unfocused, and her flowing bun was only decorated with a gold hairpin, and there was no trace on her face.
Shi Fendai was as white as if she had lost blood. She seemed transparent under the bright sunshine. As long as she blinked her eyes for a moment, this fairy-like woman would disappear into thin air.
The two little maids were stunned for a moment. When Qingcheng inadvertently lowered her head to look at the door of the courtyard, she looked at them with sad eyes. The intersection of their eyes made the two of them suddenly come back to their senses, with trembling in their hearts.
The little maids then took steps towards her.
When they were in front of her, the maids lowered their heads and whispered back: "Princess, Your Majesty, Your Majesty ordered your servants to take Your Majesty to the Flower and Dance Hall for lunch!"
The little maid said very respectfully, keeping her head lowered and waiting for Qingcheng's response.
Qingcheng, who was standing at the door, visibly shrank when she heard her mention Murong Jue. She was still so afraid of him, even though this man was not in front of her right now.
Qingcheng squeezed the palms in her sleeves tightly, pursed her lips, and secretly told herself not to be afraid, it was okay, everything was over... But such self-comfort could not truly calm the fear in her heart.
As long as you close your eyes slightly, what flashes in your mind is that evil and cold-blooded Junyan!
"Your Majesty..." Another maid on the side timidly raised her head and called her softly again. Her eyes were unfocused and her eyebrows were furrowed. When she looked at her up close, her indifferent and beautiful face looked even more haggard and pale.
The little maid's heart moved, her compassion was silently aroused, and she was staring at her again without knowing it.
The tangled Qingcheng's eyes flashed, she lowered her head and said hoarsely: "Let's go!"
Even though she wanted to stop talking, she couldn't control the words she spoke.