Lin Yuejuan's lips had turned white with tension, managing only a strained smile. Stirred by the words she overheard, she followed Hu Miaomiao's pointing finger and saw a large gate in the distance.
Her steps involuntarily slowed, and she stared blankly at the gate, the tension in her heart easing somewhat, only to be replaced by a mix of emotions and trepidation about the unknown. The little girl of those years had truly become a consort in the palace...
It had been six years since they last saw each other. Who knew what she looked like now, or if she truly still remembered them, or thought of them...
While Lin Yuejuan was lost in thought, Hu Miaomiao glanced backwards, a sneer forming in her heart. She had calculated the timing to clear any obstacles beforehand, yet, even so, what a coincidence that she still found some sneaky figures at the Imperial Garden in the early morning westward.
