Feng Jiao Xue paced back and forth in her courtyard, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration. The smooth stone tiles beneath her feet were cool, but her mind burned with unanswered questions. The air was thick with the scent of magnolia blossoms, their sweet fragrance doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside her.
She hated this feeling, this helplessness. Liang Feng was confined to his palace, accused of a crime that could ruin him, and despite her efforts, she still lacked the full picture. Who was this so-called 'witness' that had suddenly surfaced? Why now, when the political situation was already unstable? And worst of all, why was she still standing here instead of getting answers?
A heavy sigh broke through the silence.