Ye Zao was in a bad mood, and the entire Yuxiu Palace was as silent as a cicada in winter.
The master never vented her anger on the servants, but it was rare for the master to be this unhappy.
So, everyone was cautious in their actions.
Even though the master always had a good temper with the servants, a master is still a master.
Ye Zao leaned silently against the soft couch, feeling drowsy but unwilling to sleep.
Finally, the Shaman arrived.
Indeed, just as she remembered seeing, they were adorned with all sorts of strange ornaments and dressed in black-based garments.
Seven people stood there, saluting. They used a different kind of etiquette, overlapping their hands on their chest.
They all wore masks of evil spirits, so Ye Zao couldn't see their faces.
Of course, Ye Zao had already sat inside the tent before they arrived.
So these shamans couldn't see the appearance of the Noble Consort either.
