Thinking about all that mess, Su Qiao could no longer calm herself enough to cultivate. She was utterly depressed and a little irritable.
She really wanted to rush out and give Su Yue a good beating.
Unfortunately, she was the Empress now, and who knew how many people were protecting her?
Su Qiao had neither martial arts nor medicinal powder, so she truly had no way to deal with her.
After wrestling with it for half the night, Su Qiao dozed off for a while. By the time she woke, dawn had broken.
She dragged herself out of bed and changed into a clean but worn, light-colored coarse-cloth jacket and skirt.
When she walked out of the main room and saw the weeds filling the courtyard, Su Qiao's face darkened.
Those palace maids and eunuchs not only withheld her food every day, they never even took care of the courtyard.
What difference was this shabby courtyard from the Cold Palace next door?
It merely had a few palace maids and eunuchs who slacked off, sometimes teasing and tormenting her, the "fool."
At this hour, those palace maids and eunuchs probably had not gotten up yet.
Even if they had, they would soon disappear.
They either hid somewhere to play cards and chat, or ran outside to gossip with palace maids from the other palaces, looking for a chance to transfer away from this little courtyard.
Su Qiao stared coolly at the knee-deep weeds in the courtyard. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.
She hurried into the weeds.
Picking up a dry branch, she bent down and began searching through the weeds.
Although the courtyard was remote and run-down, it was quite large. Su Qiao searched the front and back yards from end to end and actually found some good