The carriage had just come to a slow stop in front of the Prince's estate when Dongqing hurried out from behind a pillar. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his fingers twisted anxiously at the corner of his tunic. Upon seeing everyone descend from the carriage, he slammed on the brakes, forcing his panicked expression into one of rigid deference. "I am here to escort the secondary consort."
Before Weimo had even fully stepped out, Dongqing caught her arm with a steady grip. Under the guise of helping her, the young eunuch leaned in close to her ear. "I just saw it—the window in the Princess Consort's prayer room is half-open."
Weimo’s heart sank. She had told A-Qiao that if she ever encountered an emergency, she should leave the window half-open. The girl was signaling her.
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