The June sky was as unbearably scorching as ever.
The Imperial Garden was layered with beautiful scenery.
Summer flowers bloomed brilliantly, with pavilions and terraces, shimmering green waters, the chirping of cicadas, and ancient trees dripping with lush greenery, making one forget the mundane upon sight.
However, such beauty was seldom appreciated, standing there in vain, left to be wasted.
The reason, after all, was because of that incident.
More than half of the consorts had once turned to Noble Consort Luo.
Now Xifu Palace was empty and deserted.
For those who survived by chance, the days in the palace were almost predictable.
They wanted to go to Duanning Palace to apologize, but the Empress did not meet anyone.
They wanted to forget this incident, yet were too afraid to do so.
Awkward and stuck, restless and unsettled.
Since there was no way to make amends, their best course of action was to stay behind closed doors, minimizing their presence as much as possible.
