The palace doors creaked softly. Weimo leaned down, finally seeing the dark-robed figure out of Renming Palace.
Watching the beaded curtain sway slightly, she let out a long breath. Her stiff spine relaxed, and her shoulders slumped, like a bow that had been strung tight all day suddenly losing its tension. A-Qiao hurriedly stepped out from the shadows and supported her forearm. "What is the matter, Your Ladyship?"
Weimo closed her eyes, feeling as exhausted as if she had spent the day coaxing a dozen children in a nursery. "I'm tired."
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