It was deep into the night, and all was quiet.
Murong Jiu forced herself to close her eyes and rest for a while.
Even those made of iron needed rest.
She carried too many responsibilities on her shoulders.
If she were to fall ill, given Consort Dowager Qi's abilities, she absolutely could not oversee the court; it might even lead to various suspicions and unrest.
Great Yan was in dire need of revival and could not withstand any unrest.
Yet, she still couldn't sleep; every time she closed her eyes, the image of Jun Yuyan from her previous life, riddled with arrows, falling off the cliff covered in blood and void of any signs of life, would flash through her mind.
Such scenes had appeared too many times; she could hardly distinguish whether it was happening in her previous life or this one.
"Hong Yi, prepare a horse; I need to get out of the palace," Murong Jiu said as she sat up in bed and rummaged through the wardrobe for casual clothes to put on.
