Weining walked all the way back to Pixiang Palace with her mind in a whirl, the image of that unfamiliar yet familiar figure and those tearful eyes flashing over and over again in her heart. Overwhelmed by nagging doubts, she found herself unable to sit still.
Noticing that she looked unwell, said nothing, and dismissed them all the second she returned, the serving immortal maids stood rigidly in the outer hall, holding their breath and not daring to step out of line.
After a long period of reflection, Weining finally made a decision—she would alter her appearance, go see that person, and get to the bottom of the matter.
Chapter 35