"Xiao Qingcheng, Third Brother, I'm back!"
When Han Yichen returned to the study of the Eastern Palace Princess, Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng had just finished playing the last part of the melody.
October 17th, 4:15 AM.
Hua Qingcheng, who was staying in Sichengfeng Yixia Garden last night, was awakened by a burst of terrified shouts and shrill screams coming from the direction of Lanyue Palace behind her.
Early in the morning, An Zihao woke up slowly while lying on his desk. He thought he was too tired last night and fell asleep while sitting.
As usual, when Xiao Xinzi led a group of palace servants carrying toiletries and clean clothes to push open the door of An Zihao's bedroom, what they saw was An Zihao with a head full of white hair and who looked like he had aged ten years overnight.
“Ah~”
Xiao Xinzi, who was holding a basin of warm water, suddenly got so scared that his hand trembled and he dropped the basin to the ground. The water immediately soaked his clothes and flowed everywhere. The palace servants behind him were also shocked and screamed as if they had seen a ghost.
"How disgraceful it is to make such a commotion so early in the morning?" Emperor An, who always had a good temper, looked at the unruly palace maids and scolded them unhappily.
"Your Majesty, your...your hair, and...and your face..." Xiao Xinzi was terrified.
Hearing this, An Zihao pulled a handful of hair that was scattered behind him. When he saw the dazzling white, his legs suddenly went weak and his head felt dizzy.
But he stumbled and stumbled to the dressing table beside the bed. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in the polished bronze mirror, An Zihao screamed miserably.
Alas, his face withered overnight, his black hair turning snow-white. An Zihao's glory and favor were probably coming to an end...
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