Mingshu was led out the door by Si Chu in such a daze, still foolishly clutching the untouched bottle of wine she had brought with her.
Consort Ru clung weakly to the door, tears streaming down in the wind as she saw them off, "Sister, come again next time!"
Just not the dog male lead!
Pah!
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With her head down, Mingshu followed Si Chu, still lost in what had just happened, her face full of doubt about life.
Cooled by the slight chill of the night air, she was now somewhat sober, which made her find everything even more unbelievable.
Before coming, she had drunk to pluck up the courage, indeed expecting to feign drunken madness to a certain degree, and she had even figured out how to make a scene in Consort Ru's palace just to vent some dissatisfaction, which of course included being prodded by Yun Zhi's words, wanting to test what kind of feelings she truly had for the child.