Ahya watched Lin Wuyue drink the antidote and left the Zheshui Palace.

The small mezzanine of the imperial garden is very quiet, only insects chirping, with dots of sunlight falling finely through the leaves.

Ahya kept her head down and walked straight through with quick steps.

"Stand still."

A frivolous male voice sounded, and Ahya subconsciously frowned and slowly turned around, still with her head buried, hiding her face, and ...