Mei Hua looked through the windows of her Brodeur at the empty sky before her. she was far away from herself. like the few stars in the sky, the banquet and was now a foreign cry. She thought of the day. She stared blankly, slowly coming into view memories flashed by her mind.
the sheer confusion and panic as she tore through the streets that day how desolate the manner looked as she entered the Manor slow and shaky she didn't even know until she was inside, that she was in denial. the fear she felt before holding the gaze before her as she slowly met their eyes. her father's lost eyes confirming her fear and erasing the bit of doubt left. oh how she wanted to rush out of the manner back into her carriage headed for where her heart desired.
to forget everything, to be once again free. But she couldn't do so. this time she had to stay, she would stay and for an unusually long time. after all, how could she leave her lost father to navigate himself and those little children sobbing in the corner. She couldn't bear it. she couldn't hold their gaze. she felt ashamed at her shaky resolve and desire to abandon it all, but she had decided to face it. the shame no more as she embraced the kids and took command of the situation.
suddenly another memory flashed by a rather horrible one the man who had once committed suicide because he couldn't bear to live with the crime he had committed. How that woman looked broken disheveled and in disbelief after all the man in question the woman's own father. she felt a cold shiver down her spine as she tried to shake the memory away, Buried in the deepest corner of her mind.
she thought of the kids, her travels, her father and friends, her frantic plans, slowly creating a series of paintings in her mind. slowly she came to today's events. Fanxin, the 9th Prince whose eyes she recognized as the amusing observer, eunuch Gao who had remained unchanged like an old tree after all this time, of the generous and lenient ruler who could not be underestimated, of little Xinyi and her amusing expressions. she seemed to suddenly look forward to the days coming the journey was still ongoing just that the travel had now been concentrated at the Capitol in her life now back home for an unspecified amount of time