It seemed that I dropped my handkerchief when I pulled out my pen yesterday. I searched all over my room, but I couldn’t find the handkerchief I usually carried with me. I went to work as usual at the central palace, then headed to the western garden during lunch.“It’s alright. The Empress won’t be here at this time.”“Does the Empress really own the entire palace? Only the Empress’ bedroom is hers.”“The Empress often visits here too, so why not Miss Rashta as well?”I heard laughter and conversation as I approached my nest chair, and I stopped right before the bushes to observe what was happening.Rastha was sitting in my nest chair while a maidservant pushed it like a swing. The other maid had brought a table and was even cutting fruit.“…”Hot anger seared through my chest. Did the concubine still not know that the western palace was the domain of the Empress? No, she must know if she was avoiding me. I could barely tolerate the fact that someone I didn’t like was enjoying themselves in my chair.