There was no sunlight in the smoky blue sky, and the sky was foggy, as if covered by a layer of white mist.
Shen Yan stood under the eaves. The rain stopped and the sky brightened. Light and shadows shone in the yard bit by bit and fell on Shen Yan's eyebrows.
Those ink-black eyes were calm and indifferent, and his sword-like eyebrows seemed to be covered with layers of smoke.
There was a thin layer of frost on his snow-blue brocade robe, and his hands and feet were cold and stiff.
Only that line of sight was always directed towards the tightly closed lattice wooden door.
His thin lips were tightly pursed, and half of Shen Yan's face fell into the shadows where the light and shadows could not reach, making it dark and unclear.
—Shen Yan, you are the least worthy one.
Song Lingzhi's voice lingered in his ears. Shen Yan lowered his eyes and frowned, his expression calm without any fluctuation.
Yue Xu stood behind Shen Yan trembling with fear. He caught a glimpse of Shen Yan's frail face from the corner of his eye and stepped forward bravely.
"Your Majesty, I have failed to do my job well. Please punish me."
It was he who took the initiative to send Song Lingzhi into the palace, otherwise this scene would not have happened.
Yue Xu lowered his head and stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, it's cold after the rain, and your body can't stand the cold..."
"Yue Xu."
With a hoarse voice, Shen Yan finally said in a low voice, "This will not happen again."
Yue Xu said respectfully: "Yes." He cautiously tested, "Then Sir He..."
Shen Yan said calmly: "Let him go."
Yue Xu looked up in astonishment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Then he lowered his eyelashes again.
Yes, if He Ming stayed in the imperial prison all the time, I'm afraid Song Lingzhi would miss him all the time. It would be better to let him go so that Song Lingzhi wouldn't worry about him.
Yue Xu bowed his head and said, "I will order someone to release them right away, but how do we arrange for Miss Song?"
Shen Yan's brows gradually furrowed.
What appeared before my eyes was Song Lingzhi's tearful face from last night.
Rolling tears fell on the back of Shen Yan's hand, the tears were hot and scorching.
Song Lingzhi really... hated herself.
Shen Yan curled his lips silently, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes, and he held the green jade ring in his palm and gently turned it.
He said in a very light voice: "Find someone to send her out of the palace."
Yue Xu was still searching in his mind for a palace that would be suitable for Song Lingzhi. When he heard these words unexpectedly, he suddenly raised his eyes with shock on his face.
The pair of dark eyes disappeared, Shen Yan turned around, and walked onto the stage wearing a frosty robe.
Yue Xu stood behind him in a daze for a while, then hurriedly followed.
Cloud shadows are across the window, and only glistening raindrops remain on the banana leaves.
Song Lingzhi spent the middle of the night with his hands resting on the desk, and when he woke up he found his arms numb and stiff.
What meets the eye are unfamiliar carved beams and painted buildings. On the antique display shelf stands a pot of narcissus with a few pieces of Xuan stone dotted in the middle.
After crying for nearly half the night, Song Lingzhi's eyes were already red and swollen, and he looked up.
The self in the bronze mirror looked almost the same as when she entered the palace yesterday, except that the lip balm on her lips had faded a lot.
The scenes of last night came flooding back to my mind again.
Song Lingzhi sat on the chaise longue, stroking her brow with one hand, her mind a mess.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. When she was at home, facing Old Madam Song and her father, Song Lingzhi was able to maintain calmness on her face, and comfort her grandmother and father, not daring to tell them about her worries.