If he comes I will chase him!

After an entire day of scheming and strategizing, Hua Jing was exhausted. Her mind had been running in circles, mapping out possibilities, analyzing threats, and ensuring that every move she made from now on would bring her closer to the throne.

Becoming Empress.

She knew what needed to be done. The path was set before her. But at this moment? She needed to unwind.

She leaned back against the cushioned chair, stretching her sore arms as she exhaled deeply. Her gaze flickered toward Xia Lin, who stood nearby, looking at her cautiously as if expecting her to come up with another impossible plan.

But Hua Jing smirked.

"I want to go out."

Xia Lin's eyes widened. "No way!"

"Yes, way."

"My Lady, that is impossible!" Xia Lin's voice pitched slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden table. "You cannot leave the palace just like that. You are a consort. If the prince comes and—"