A series of shouts finally subsided as Qin Lingwei, neatly settled, emerged from Zhucui Palace, surrounded by a flock of maidservants.
"Master, they've headed towards Penglai Pavilion."
"Good."
From her superior vantage, Qi Yue watched as Qin Lingwei stylishly sashayed into her palanquin, taking her time as she headed eastward. Once again, the corners of Qi Yue's lips curled upwards.
"At her pace, it will take some time to get there. Let's head to the main hall to look for news about the Four-Nation Alliance."
"Yes, Master."
The side hall of Qianming Hall was the Western Chu Emperor's sleeping chamber, while the main hall was where state affairs were handled.
The time was still early, yet the main hall remained brightly lit.
"Qingzhu, take me there."
Qi Yue pointed towards the main hall above.
Qingzhu responded, grasped her shoulders, and with a whoosh, they were already atop the roof of Qianming Hall.