In the Consort Zhao's Mingyue Palace, there was no one else but Consort Zhao. It was too spacious and empty. Shadow twisted in the candlelight. Then, the light leaped with a slight sound, which made Consort Zhao's charming face look weird. Suddenly, the palace door creaked open. It was Caichun, her close maidservant in a common dress who came in from outside.

Looking at Caichun's pale and nervous face, Consort Zhao asked, "How was it? Is there anything ...