Lin Wanyi rarely responded to his kiss, and the two were lost in a trance.
Under the moonlight, emotions ran deep, leaving the full moon in the night sky blushing.
Meanwhile, Imperial Concubine Yi and the Third Prince were still at the night banquet, dreaming of ascending to the throne.
And Consort Mu, slightly tipsy, went outside to catch some fresh air and sober up.
The moonlight was so beautiful, marking another full moon festival.
At such times, she especially missed her family members back home.
But shedding tears was not her forte; she preferred climbing upwards rather than succumbing to weakness.
Now, the position of Imperial Concubine Yi and the Third Prince had solidified.
What she needed to do was to cling tightly to this great tree.
And reap the benefits without effort.
As for the Dong Family and others she had plotted against, she could only say it was fate, it was luck.
No blame could be laid on her.
