Figment Of My Imagination

Duchess Wang Qixing walked behind her husband as she began to observe their surroundings. If she recalled it correctly, the Second Prince's sleeping quarters were located nearby. 

Duchess Wang Qixing wondered exactly how much of the original plan was changed by her husband. She didn't understand why he moved the plan forward instead of waiting till tomorrow morning. Perhaps, in the chaos of the night, everything would unfold and it was easier to silence the Royal family in this mayhem. 

Out of the corner of her eyes, Duchess Wang Qixing saw something startling. She thought it was a trick of the light, but when she blinked, the woman was still there. Even from the side profile, the woman starkly resembled her daughter.

"Minghua?" Duchess Wang Qixing whispered. 

Li Xueyue jolted at the name as she turned her head in the direction that the Duchess was suddenly drawn to. In the near distance was a woman dressed in servant clothing.