In the Buddha hall, Imperial Noble Consort Wen stood there dazedly, holding on to the door frame. Her eyes followed Feng Yulei's figure and watched him leave quickly as if he were avoiding a scourge. Her heart ached and she could not help but shed tears. However, she was determined and soon stopped being sad. She looked around carefully before leaving quietly.

Outside the door, a palace maid dressed as a maidservant was waiting there with a lantern in her hand. Mo Xuetong and ...