Chapter 1962

Imperial Palace.

Wu Zhao sat alone in the empty, cold palace, on the desk were the few storybook picture drafts stained with tears.

She stroked them lightly with her hand, as if she were a jade sculpture that had lost its soul.

"Your Majesty, Official Shangguan... requests an audience!"

At this time, Xiao Yuan's voice rang out.

"Wan'er?"

"Summon her quickly!"

Wu Zhao's voice was excited, and she shouted out.

At this moment, she couldn't wait to see Shangguan Wan'er, to pour out the pain in her heart, to pour out the absurd truth behind the imperial edict!

The palace door opened slightly.

Shangguan Wan'er was in plain clothes, her long hair simply tied up, wearing no jewelry, her face as pale as snow, and she stepped into the Imperial Study.

She walked straight to the center of the palace, and on the cold floor tiles, performed the most standard, most solemn kowtow.

"Your subject Shangguan Wan'er, pays respects to Your Majesty!"