As night fell, all was silent. The rumors of Zhu Wushi's jailbreak gradually spread, reaching the ears of many in the imperial court. Emperor Tianqi, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, reportedly breaking several vases.
This cast a gloom over the entire palace, with the palace maids and eunuchs holding their breath, fearing Emperor Tianqi's wrath might lead to their demise.
In the Ice-containing Hall, the main chamber, a graceful figure reclined on the phoenix couch, delicately waving her hand.
Her voice, though clear and elegant, carried a hint of weariness as if bearing the weight of prolonged illness.
Upon hearing her voice, the palace maids and eunuchs respectfully bowed and retreated, leaving only Noble Consort Wan alone in the room.
Zhen'er looked around the empty hall, her heart filled with mixed emotions. There was a time when she had always fantasized about one day replacing Noble Consort Wan, becoming the most esteemed woman in the entire realm.