The moon rises above the willow branches, the pearl curtain sways gently.
Underneath the golden roof, the dancer's skirts whirl, at the top of the grand hall, the Old Emperor sits crookedly, his eyes squinting murkily and his hand restlessly moving on the leg of the Noble Consort.
On the other side, the Empress pretends not to see anything, focusing on enjoying the dance and music.
Neither the Eldest Prince nor the Second Prince would miss this chance to win people over; after toasting the Old Emperor, they keep exchanging cups with the courtiers and princes.
Su Zhiruan sits behind a rockery beside the grand hall, playing with the gun brought from another world.
It's small and exquisite, but can kill with one shot.
But her plan is not to find the time to kill, rather—sit back and watch the tigers fight.
