When the night was deep and quiet.
Wanning Palace.
Inside and outside the palace, lights shone brightly, and in Murong Xue'er's room, she wore a semi-transparent white gauze dress. Her delicate, jade-like hands held a writing brush, and she was writing at her desk.
Ever since her position as the Great Jue envoy to Great Sum was revoked, Murong Xue'er had been staying within the Imperial Palace, having nothing much to do all day.
Such a life was indeed a bit too bland for her; after all, during her time in Great Jue, she was once known as the Inner Palace Prime Minister and was very busy every day.
Though busy, the taste of holding power also made her reluctant to give it up.
Now that she had come to Great Sum, she no longer held any power and was just a toy to that despicable man.
Thinking of this, Murong Xue'er sighed softly.
She put down the brush in her hand, about to call in her maid, when suddenly she heard a voice at the door, "Your Majesty, I greet you!"