Si Chu glanced towards the doorway repeatedly, sensing something amiss. Zhang Dequan, who was attending by the side, caught on and casually reminded, "Oh my, look at this servant's memory! I forgot to inform His Majesty that the Noble Consort probably won't be coming today."
In recent days, Mingshu would always sit for a while in the Qianqing Palace, but today, past the appointed Shichen, there was still no sign of her. Si Chu indeed found it a bit unusual.
Yet he was unwilling to admit that such a trivial matter had unsettled him.
"What does it matter to Us whether she comes or not? We are certainly not waiting for her!" Si Chu snorted coldly, his gaze darkening as he slapped the brush down on the table with annoyance.
She had suggested coming herself and now, after just a few days, she had given up—such a fickle thing!