After days of thunderstorms, the rain finally fell, like a heavy punch striking hard on the Imperial Palace.
When Tushere entered the grand hall, Shang Ruyi was still leaning by the window. Although the window was only slightly open, the wind carried the fine rain droplets through the gap, and they splashed onto her face. The delicate rain collected on her eyelashes, forming beads before dripping down, as if she too was crying.
But Tushere knew, Shang Ruyi would never shed tears.
Especially not for the death of Han Yuhui.
So she immediately set down the copper basin in her hands, soaked a towel, wrung it gently, and handed it to Shang Ruyi: "Princess, wipe your face."
