Seeing the distracted appearance of the Empress Dowager Yan, the personal maid, having washed her hands, stood beside the Empress Dowager Yan. While bending over to adjust the thin white fuzzy blanket on her legs, she whispered, "Empress Dowager, today is New Year's Eve, even if His Majesty and the Ninth Prince return, they will surely go to inspect the camp and speak with the soldiers for a while. Why not have some bird's nest porridge to tide you over?"
"No need…" The Empress Dowager Yan stroked the warmer cover embroidered with green bamboo in her arms, exhaled a long breath, and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"The Empress Dowager is thinking of the late Emperor." The personal maid of the Empress Dowager Yan also had reddened eyes, knowing well the deep affection between the Empress Dowager and the late Emperor.
