章 43: No Joy, Nor Sorrow

Shrouded by the early morning mist, the layered tiled roofs of the imperial palace towered majestically. It looked beautiful and dreamy, but all Liu Rushuang could muster at the luxurious and radiant imperial palace was a chilling smile.

The eunuch escorted Liu Rushuang to the Purple Cloud Hall, where the male and female servants stood waiting in the courtyard.

Liu Rushuang watched everything with an emotionless look on her face. There was no joy, nor sorrow in her heart, and when she thought about what Han Moze did last night, a dull look flashed across her eyes.

She grinned, as she walked into the luxurious palace. Inside, everything was already prepared and Liu Rushuang acted as a wooden puppet whilst she let them dress her.