That was an incredibly beautiful face; her cloud-like hair slightly disheveled, with strands hanging down by her cheeks, adding a lazy grace. Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains, her eyes clear like autumn water, looking quietly at her now with a hint of a faint, elusive smile on her lips.
She was wearing a dark purple robe, the fabric soft, almost blending into the darkness of the night. Only the intricate silver embroidered lotus patterns at the collar and sleeves occasionally reflected a little light. Her long hair hung straight down, seemingly bathed in moonlight like the Milky Way.
Donggong Ruoshu widened her eyes, exclaiming in disbelief:
"Impe... Imperial Concubine?!"
Donggong Ruoshu never expected to meet Consort Dong here.
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Consort Dong raised her slender index finger gently against her lips. Her eyes, glistening with subtle light, carried a hint of warning, and her voice dropped even lower: "Shh, quieter, don't alert others."
