"Miss Shen, who were you waiting for?" A warm voice suddenly came from behind her.
Shen Biqun's delicate body trembled. She turned toward the doorway in disbelief, and upon seeing Song Qingshu clearly, she nearly fainted. It was not that she had fallen in love with him or had deep feelings for him. She had simply set out happily to become the Crown Princess, only to be kidnapped by villains and taken to a foreign land. Then the Shen family had been exterminated. The Southern Song imperial family she had awaited day after day had not only failed to save her, but had even sent people to kill her in order to cover up the scandal. She had long since lost all hope. Song Qingshu's appearance at this moment gave her a glimmer of hope—her only hope.
That was why she had been able to wait peacefully in the Cold Palace. Yet after several months, there had been no news from him whatsoever. Abandoned by the entire world, she could not help but become anxious and insecure. At times, she even wondered whether he had completely forgotten that she existed. Gradually, she lost her appetite and grew thinner.
Every day, she stared blankly at the little patch of sky within the courtyard. The longer she looked, the more she pitied herself. When that sorrow had built to its limit, how could she not be stirred upon suddenly hearing the voice she had been waiting for?
"Bold of you! Who are you, barging into the inner palace?" The young palace maid beside her saw that the newcomer was clearly not dressed as a eunuch, much less an imperial physician or guard—though even eunuchs and guards were not permitted here. She hurriedly stepped in front of Shen Biqun and shouted at the