A while back.
After Concubine Zhao's death, Fen Ling had just returned to her residence.
The moment she stepped into the quiet chamber, her expression remained calm, yet the cold light in her crimson eyes revealed the weight of her thoughts.
She removed her outer cloak and casually tossed it aside before speaking in a clear, authoritative voice.
"Prepare everything. We will be moving into the inner harem."
A nearby servant quickly bowed and left to carry out the order.
Once the room fell silent again, Fen Ling walked over to the large desk and sat down.
She picked up the latest jade slip regarding Concubine Zhao's death and slowly reviewed its contents once more.
"…Why does it feel like we are chasing an inevitable result…"
She murmured quietly to herself.
Everything was moving too quickly, and far too deliberately.
Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned back in the chair, resting one hand against the armrest.
Just then, the doors to the chamber opened.
