The Crimson Moon Pavilion was utterly dilapidated.
The wooden attic itself was decent, but it hadn't been cleaned in many years.
Inside, many of the beds, couches, tables, and stools were moldy and damp, eaten away by insects to the point of being unusable.
They had to be replaced.
Every visible surface was covered with thick dust, and the corners were filled with spiderwebs.
Even walking inside left footprints all over the dusty floor.
There were also rat and cockroach droppings.
Without a thorough cleaning and renovation, it simply couldn't house anyone.
With each step, Lady Shih's face grew paler, and she nearly fainted.
Zhaoer barely managed to support her.
"Mistress, what's wrong?"
"Mistress! Mistress!"
Helpless, Zhaoer first helped her mistress outside, laid her on the ground, and then ran to seek Consort Yun Pin.
She knelt and begged earnestly.
"Your Highness, the Crimson Moon Pavilion hasn't been cleaned and is unfit for habitation!"
