"Where is it? Where is it?"
The boudoir adorned with red silk was in utter disarray. Min Ming, gasping for breath, frantically rummaged through drawers and overturned storage boxes as if in a frenzy.
The drawers were all pulled out, the wardrobe left wide open. The delicate figure was already drenched in fragrant sweat, her cheeks flushed. When she accidentally tripped and fell onto the ground, she caught her breath for a moment, only for her face to suddenly go pale.
"It's gone… The Spring Jade Balm gifted by Her Majesty is gone..."
Min Ming's face turned utterly ashen. Raising her hand, she slapped herself hard to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
The sharp pain snapped her into a slightly clearer state of mind, but the clarity only deepened her despair.
