Because this palace is not far behind Changle Hall, where the Empress resides.
Ordinarily, Fu Xiru would send someone to clean it.
Thus the courtyard was only quiet, but not desolate or messy.
Bai Zhi'er seemed to see a mother's meticulous care.
Jin Lian went to lay the yellow paper in the basin.
Fu Xiru couldn't withstand the wind, so Bai Zhi'er accompanied her inside the room, and together they folded ingots.
"Thinking back to the days when I first entered the palace, it seems like a dream. Back then, the Emperor treated me so well."
"So good that every day I wondered how to repay this Emperor's love, how to live up to the great expectations and trust he bestowed upon me."
Bai Zhi'er listened as she slowly recounted the past, with Fu Xiru occasionally coughing.
"But later events, Zhi'er, you must have heard something about them. Prince Li Zheng was my teacher, he wanted me to follow his words."
