Nightfall descended.
The night, which was supposed to be utterly silent, was wrapped in a vague sense of unrest tonight, and the Qianqiu Palace, which had barely calmed down, was disrupted by a series of urgent footsteps before it had truly quieted.
As Tushere approached the sound, she saw, much like during the day, Chu Ruoyan hurrying in with Panqing by her side.
This time, however, the aggressive aura she had during the day was gone, replaced by reddened eyes and a hint of bewilderment. Although Tushere had always disliked her because of Shang Ruyi, seeing such a beauty in disarray stirred a bit of sympathy in her heart, and her tone was less cold and harsh than before.
"Lady Chu, at such a late hour—"
Chu Ruoyan looked at her, lacking her usual aloofness, and urgently said, "The Princess hasn't retired yet, has she? I have important matters to report."
Tushere replied, "The Princess hasn't slept, and Prince Qin also—"
