Song Yunzhao delegated the tasks and paid them little mind. The division of labor in her shops was clear; she just needed to manage the overall direction. Later, she would check the ledgers and reconcile the accounts, and that would be that.
The weather grew colder by the day, so Song Yunzhao didn't take Feng Ze out to play as often. But he couldn't stand being cooped up and was always running outside, so Yun Zhao had to follow him to the small eastern garden. It was like she was clocking in for a daily shift there.
It was a rare rainy day, and Feng Ze stared unhappily out the window, his little brow tightly furrowed. Yun Zhao found it amusing.
'For such a little child to look so full of bitter resentment was rather amusing.'
Xiangxue walked in from outside under an umbrella, stopping beneath the eaves. She handed the umbrella to a little palace maid and brushed the dampness from her clothes before lifting the curtain and entering the hall.
