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The question lingered in the air, heavy with fear and bitterness. And though Yueqin and Chunhua quivered before her, their silence told De Fei everything she needed to know.
De Fei's eyes flickered with desperation as she asked again, her voice trembling, "Has His Majesty sent someone to check on me?"
Chunhua stepped forward, forcing a smile. "No, Your Highness. The emperor has not—but please don't worry. He must be occupied with matters concerning the bandits. Once he is free, he will surely come to see you."
Her words sounded soothing, yet even she did not believe them. If the emperor was so busy, why had he spent the entire night with Zhao Jieyu? Still, she dared not voice such thoughts. To speak them aloud would be to invite her mistress's wrath.
