Qinghe smiled shyly: "I'm glad you like it, Master."
Azi continued drinking the remaining medicine, and in the middle of it, she faintly heard a woman crying outside.
"What's going on outside?" Azi put down her bowl, got up, and walked outside, not even eating the candied fruit.
A strange look flashed in Qinghe's eyes, and she quickly stepped forward to block the doorway: "Master, when I came in just now, I saw that it seemed that a servant had made a mistake and Eunuch Zheng was reprimanding him."
Azi asked suspiciously, her eyes full of seriousness, "Really?"
Qinghe nodded firmly: "Yes, Master, please rest well in your room. I'll go out and take a look."
"It's okay, I've been in my room all day. Let's go out and have a look together." Azi has always been a person with her own opinions, and she can be a bit stubborn when it comes to things she believes in.
However, I didn't expect that I would be so uncertain about my own feelings.
Qinghe knew things were going badly and could only follow behind, hoping that by the time her master saw her, the situation outside would have been resolved.
Contrary to expectations, Qinghe stepped forward to open the door for Azi, nervously lowered her head and followed her out, passing through the front hall and across the front porch.
The noise grew closer. In the vast open space in front of the main hall of the Qian Yuan Hall, a group of women dressed in various palace attire were prostrate on the ground. Some of them looked panicked, some were afraid, some were numb, and some were gloating. The one in the lead was a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes with a unique headdress. She knelt in front and was pleading with the emperor.
The virtuous concubine was bound hand and foot and held by two guards, kneeling to the left front of the demure concubine. The virtuous concubine was disheveled, looked listless, and had her head down and eyes closed, as if she had fainted.
Azi witnessed a shocking scene: a group of women pleading desperately with the supreme emperor, yet he remained indifferent and unmoved...
She stood behind the tall vermilion palace pillars, her hands gripping tightly, silently watching this scene, feeling for the first time the oppressive power of the Central Plains royal authority...
Will she one day grovel at his feet, begging and pleading, while he, standing high above her, remains unmoved?
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