Su Yingxue Has Fallen into My Hands

Su Yingxue's eyes were filled with vigilance. She took two steps back and saw that Consort Xiang was indeed not on the Cool Breeze Terrace.

However, she turned around and looked at this unfamiliar palace maid. "Consort Xiang's maid is Xiang Ling. Why did she send you here?"

"Sister Xiang Ling naturally has to stay by Your Majesty's side. I am a first-class palace maid that Eunuch Qin assigned to serve the empress after he left." Her clothes were indeed more appropriate than ordinary palace maids.

Su Yingxue thought that Consort Xiang was not a flamboyant person, so she followed her to the side room.

On the Cool Breeze Terrace, Chu Jinling was about to show Chu Yihan the manuscript he had written when he noticed that his Imperial Uncle had just stood up and left.

His mother was still here, so he couldn't follow in Imperial Uncle's footsteps.

Placing his hands on the table and supporting his head, Chu Jinling sighed, "Imperial Uncle is amazing!"