"Yes, your servant obeys."
As long as there was a requirement, the rest was easy to find, although she did not know why the Noble Consort suddenly wanted this thing. However, she would just follow orders and dared not ask more.
Watching Qing'er's figure disappearing into the distance, Yang Guifei sat at the top, massaging her temple. Ever since she left the Chen Residence last night, every time she closed her eyes, she thought of those scenes.
Simply unbearable, an insult to refinement.
In the end, she could only find a way to see things to think of people.
Letting out a long breath of turbid air, Yang Guifei's gaze turned towards outside the palace, seemingly seeing the back figure of Chen Yuan leaving, even smiling at her while leaving.
Her fingers traced her cheek as Yang Guifei closed her eyes.
