When Mei Deng arrived at the Yu residence, he expected to walk into a panicked frenzy but was left dumbfounded at how level headed the servants were. At his arrival, the first thing his eyes laid on, was the red bridal sedan chair sitting idly at the yard, meant to carry the would be bride.
The imperial consort had invested much into this rushed wedding, servants from her quarters scampered around the residence, making all the necessary preparations.
"Why is everyone still making preparations when Daiyu has eloped?" Was the first thing that spewed out of Mei Deng's lips, to him, it was only natural for everyone to have returned back to the consort's chambers.
Chunhua's lips curled into a nervous smile, "young master doesn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. Let's go inside first and talk." She said, obviously evading the question.
