On the other hand, Gu Qingxue and Rong Zhan waited outside the Imperial study.
The Emperor had yet to end his court session, so Gu Qingxue and the others could not enter the house. They could only wait outside.
Gu Qingxue lowered her head and looked at the squarish floor tiles under her feet. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Fortunately, she was wearing the cloak that Rong Zhan gave her. Otherwise, she would definitely be frozen out if she kept standing in the cold wind.
Gu Qingxue did not say a word as she waited, allowing the cold wind to blow and blow her little face red. She didn't make a single sound of complaint.
Even the eunuchs outside the door could not help but look at Gu Qingxue.
Gu Qingxue's expression was exceptionally calm, and her elegant temperament even surpassed many of the concubines and young masters in the palace.