Fengyu scarcely had a chance to enter the palace when she saw Xie Xun brooding. The palace maids and eunuchs of Changshou Palace were all standing guard outside the hall. Xie Xun was seated on the warming couch in the study, surrounded by countless scrolls of portraits. He was flipping through them, murmuring to himself like he was critiquing something. At a glance, Fengyu knew he was sulking.
When Xie Xun was truly angry, he would say nothing at all. The angrier he got, the more silent he became. However, if it was someone close to him who provoked him, he would make a lot of noise but take little action, grumbling incessantly. That was precisely what was happening now.
Fengyu stepped over. "Who upset you to make you this mad?"
