Mu Yuyan's Morning Sickness, Ming Yue's Heartfelt Concern

Listening to Ming Yue's account, Mu Yuyan maintained her composure outwardly, yet inwardly, she could hardly suppress a sense of amusement.

Though Ming Yue intentionally omitted Gu Lan's intimidation from her narrative, Mu Yuyan could discern from her plaintive tone that yesterday had been quite embarrassing for her.

As for Gu Lan being an assassin?

Mu Yuyan didn't believe it for a moment.

She knew her little sister, whom she had grown up with and who, moreover, failed to prevent Gu Lan's successful assassination attempt the previous night...

"Ah? Your Highness, why have you returned to the palace today? You've put so much effort into your grooming; is there an important ceremony at court?"

Ming Yue complained after lodging her grievance and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat before inquiring.

"No ceremony. I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting? Who dares to keep Your Highness waiting for so long? Outrageous!" Ming Yue exclaimed.