Li Yuanli stepped into the hall.
Shen Wei glanced up at him but ignored him, continuing with her evening meal. Unfazed, Li Yuanli sat across from her and began eating as well.
Once Shen Wei had eaten her fill, her stomach uncomfortably full, she habitually walked into the courtyard to stroll and aid digestion. The winters in Southern Chu were mild, and the newly planted flowers and plants in the courtyard exuded a delicate fragrance. The soft moonlight bathed Changle Palace in a bright glow.
For a fleeting moment, Shen Wei felt as though she had returned to the imperial palace of Da Qing.
She sighed quietly. After twenty arduous years, she had finally escaped the confining walls of the palace, only to seemingly fall back into the same repetitive life. It left her deeply frustrated.
"Did you often take moonlit walks with Li Yuanjing before?" Li Yuanli suddenly appeared beside her, walking alongside Shen Wei.
She shot him a glare, wishing she could stab him with a knife.
