Lian Hua approached the Emperor feeling that something was amiss, why did His Majesty's face look so displeased, as displeased as when she had refused him during the Noble Consort's birthday feast.
Feeling uneasy, she bowed while stealthily glancing at the Emperor, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Lian Hua dared not speak any impudent words, thinking it best to keep calm and see what was troubling His Majesty.
A few people quietly waited for the Emperor to speak.
Standing high and looking down, the Emperor circled Lian Hua twice without a word, not even telling them to rise, thinking to himself that this Little Concubine had defied the heavens, making fire in broad daylight within the garden, and she must be taught a lesson.
At that moment, the atmosphere was oddly tense, Zhang Qing stood afar with a look of deep resentment, close by, the Emperor's expression could not be seen, but one could feel his gaze moving ceaselessly over her, like looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.