The interior of Shaking Light Hall was lavish and magnificent. Viewed from afar, it hardly paled beside Cloudbrook Hall, but it lacked some of the atmosphere of the outdoors, so few people came inside to rest.
-In a place like this, socializing mattered far more than the temperature.
Making connections and striking up conversations had practically become these women's main purpose here, so naturally, they wanted to find a quiet, secluded corner.
Shaking Light Hall was extraordinarily quiet. When Jiang Yingcheng and the others entered, they almost suspected Jiang Qiuyu had given them false information.
"Where are they?" Qiao Yunbai asked, lowering his voice.
Of everyone here, Qiao Yunbai knew the least and had the most lively temperament, so he had essentially taken on the role of the curious boy with a hundred thousand questions.
Jiang Xingran and the others appeared to be diligently searching the hall for Noble Consort Rou, but in reality-
They-they went to the rear courtyard?!
"It doesn't look like anyone's here," Jiang Xingran said. "Let's check the rear courtyard."
Naturally, no one objected. Hugging the walls, they crept like thieves toward Shaking Light Hall's back door.
As soon as they approached, they heard muffled sobbing.
The little ones exchanged glances and instinctively quieted their breathing.
The next instant, Noble Consort Rou's voice rang out, anger laced with impatience. "Have you finished crying?"
"If you have, tell me whether you've enjoyed using the treasures His Majesty bestowed upon you."
The sobbing faltered. An adult woman's soft, frail voice trembled audibly. "N-Noble Consort, Fuying merely lost her senses for a moment. Please be magnanimous and overlook her petty offense. Spare Fuying this once-"
Another rustling followed, as though the woman who had just spoken had pulled someone to her side.
"Quickly, Fuying, apologize to Her Ladyship!"
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