Now is probably the hardest moment that Yin Xinmei has experienced in her life.

Six hours had passed since she had been taken to the Impatiens Garden, and it was eleven o'clock in the evening. When the two police officers appeared, she thought they were going to send her to prison or a courtroom to wait for her to be released. She asked where they were taking her, only to receive silence as a reply. Yin Xinmei then took out her housekeeping skills and took a nap in the car with an indifferent attitude.

After getting out of the car, she found that she had been taken to the palace, although it was the first time to come, but the Phoenix Garden towering on the white mountain did not need to be repeated, just like the first time she met the emperor, their uniqueness at a glance would naturally show their status.

According to the original plan, the emperor's summoning of Yin Xinmei was at seven o'clock in the evening, and according to the current situation, he must have learned what she had done to the Xiangfu guard, so he sent her in advance. Unlike the Audience Hall, which was only for the morning call, the Waiting Hall was very large and was located on the outside of the Emperor's study. There are more or less courtiers and busy attendants gathered here at any time, and although Yin Xinmei was not pressed with his head and arms crossed when he was sent here by two guards, anyone with a discerning eye knew that there was no difference in nature at all.

The guard departed when he had completed his mission, and although there was no one waiting to be summoned at the moment, there was a constant stream of concubines and servants who came and went, and as an appetizer before dinner, she provided a good conversation for the crowd, as evidenced by the undisguised arrogance and snarky tone.

About half past six there was a sudden commotion, followed by a noisy and noisy voice from outside the pillars, and in a few minutes all the doors were opened, and there was a loud announcement of His Majesty's arrival.

Hidden Eyebrows' stomach began to churn again, and a faint migraine began to jump in the back of her head, and her body was hot and cold, a strange problem that had fallen since she had been brought out of the Black Grave Pit. Her eyes swept around, restlessly speculating on the moment the Emperor appeared in the waiting room.

Sesher III appeared, and he was at the forefront, his decoration similar to that of the daytime patrol, except that the crown, cloak, robe, and sword were gone, replaced by an open crimson hunting coat and a lion's head scepter in his hand. The Emperor was in a very bad mood, his brown-black hair was no longer so shiny, his fur was tied back in the back of his head, his leather boots were splattered with dust, and there seemed to be blood on the lion's head of the scepter. He was followed by a large group of people, footsteps, whispers, and friction like a swarm of buzzing hornets. The Emperor walked through the waiting hall without squinting, and as soon as he entered the study, he closed the door, and only two people were allowed to stay with His Majesty. The rest of the crowd poured into the waiting room, chattering and talking, waiting for their turn to be summoned.

As the minutes ticked by, the door to the study kept opening and closing, opening and closing again, and the waiting room became less and less crowded, until she was the only one left. Except for Wei Nan, no one has said a word to her, and he may have been moved by compassion. Wei Nan kindly asked her if she wanted something to drink, and after being thanked politely, she still asked someone to bring a glass of cider and a piece of honey cake to Yin Xinmei.

It wasn't until about half past eleven that Wei Nan led Yin Xinmei into the study, and happened to meet Sang Jie, who deliberately avoided her gaze and didn't want to salute, she felt that Sang Jie's afterglow stayed behind her until the door of the study was closed after she stepped in.

It was very cold, and not only did the study not have a fireplace, but the windows were wide open. The Emperor leaned on the soft collapse with his legs, struck the ground with his scepter with one hand, and projected a huge tiger head nailed to the wall with a dart with the other.

Hearing footsteps, Seser stopped what he was doing and turned his head.