冷月推开床榻上的薄帐，脑子还是有点懵。身上盖的锦被是新的，触感厚实，带着一股淡淡的熏香，不是冷宫那种发霉的霉味，也不是皇宫其他地方那种浓得化不开的龙涎香气，倒是一种很清爽的味道。

她坐起身，低头看了看自己身上的衣裳。依旧是那身表示身份的淡绿软缎宫装，但料子比冷宫的实在多了，袖口细密的云纹针脚都透着নিঃশেষ的巧思。她抬手理了理有些凌乱的发丝，指尖划过冰凉的玉簪，这是之前那场“意外”里遗留下来的唯一物件。

“七皇妃醒了。”一个清脆的声音在门外响起。

冷月挑眉，来了？她下床，赤脚踩在冰凉的地板上，走到门边 Waste a bit of time, listened to the conversation outside.

“ Mavericks, is it really awake this time? Her eyes are quite bright, unlike when she was awake before.”

“I heard she was stubbornly resisting the princess' orders. Now that the son has come, she's finally moved.”

“Yeah, it's a pity. The poor princess, really didn't expect she had this kind of character at all.”

冷月嘴角勾起一抹极淡的弧度，心里冷笑。什么叫顽固不灵光？她之前根本没机会。她依了谁的旨意？不过是个替死鬼罢了。现在她回来了，自然要好好“活”过。

“进来吧。”冷月啧了一声，把门打开。

两个宫女一个端着温水，一个端着新的发簪伺候。冷月接过温水，润了润有些发干的喉咙。她看着镜子里的自己，脸色依旧苍白，但眼神里那份死气已经没了，取而代之的是一种深藏的锐利。

“准备更衣吧，本宫要去拜见王爷。”冷月淡淡吩咐道。

宫女们面面相觑，拜见王爷？以前可从没听说过七皇妃主动去见王爷的。