After leaving the sleeping quarters of Lady Zhangsun, Lin Wanwan swiftly packed her bags and left.
When she greeted Empress Zhangsun, she also took the opportunity to resign and received the imperial decree to leave the palace.
She didn't want to stay in the Imperial Palace for an extra second.
Unless she could be the Empress doing as she pleased inside, it felt like sitting in prison—utterly stifling.
Outside the palace gates, as expected, she saw Kun Lun squatting in the shadow by the palace wall.
Since the day Lin Wanwan entered the palace, this loyal black slave appeared punctually at the palace gate every day, hoping to be the first to escort her home by carriage once she left.
In the blazing sun season, Lin Wanwan had no interest in riding. Sitting in a carriage fanning herself was more comfortable than riding a horse under the scorching sun.
Though the carriage without rubber tires was bumpy, it was better than being roasted under the sun.
