Over the recent period, Huang Bing occasionally brought over a plate or two of pastries, evidently fresh and distinct from those made in the Imperial Kitchen.
After trying them twice, Qi Yuan promoted Shu Wan to a noble, as if by doing so, he could define clear boundaries between them, maintaining only a transactional relationship.
"Where is the green card?" Qi Yuan suddenly spoke up.
"Right here," the eunuch hastily presented the harem's green card, "Your Majesty, are you still planning to visit Changning Palace tonight?"
Qi Yuan glanced at the little eunuch, "You seem eager to make decisions for Us."
The little eunuch, frightened out of his wits, quickly knelt down, "Your Majesty, forgive me, I spoke out of turn."
"Go to Zhongcui Palace."
"Yes."
Just as the eunuch was about to send the message, Qi Yuan stopped him, "No need to send a message."
"Yes."
The moon high in the sky, Shu Wan finally finished tidying up her things inside Zhongcui Palace.