At night, the new Emperor, Xiao Tong, did not come as expected, and the entirety of Zhongcui Palace remained deathly silent.
After dinner, Jiang Wumei dismissed all the servants. Dressed and ready, she lay on her bed, clutching a dagger in one hand and fiddling with a stick of incense in the other. As time ticked away, she lost interest in her plaything, snapped the incense in two, and tossed it under the bed. She stared at the canopy, her shimmering eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and excitement.
As the night grew heavy and the palace fell into an even deeper silence, the only sound was the crackling of the candles. Jiang Wumei silently drew her dagger and closed her eyes, waiting for the visitors to arrive.
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