The fleeting glimpse she had captured was indeed impressive: the little emperor had the tender and cool look of fresh, young meat. What a pity, he was not her type.
Pathetically, the spot where she was kneeling was right on a stone-paved path. If she had to kneel there until nightfall, she might well give up on her legs.
She did not know if the Empress Dowager would come to her rescue. Anyway, her aversion to this place only grew deeper. Had she known this would happen, she would never have come out.
Indeed, where there are humans, there is strife. How many hours had she been out before she already went through being scolded and punished?
The brat was young, but he had quite the temper. She wondered how much of imperial power tactics he knew, but his skills in punishing others were frighteningly adept.
What sort of place was the Imperial Garden? It was teeming with watchers; anyone with a bit of wit could spread the news.
