The sun was setting in the west, and as the remaining rays of the sun painted the sky red, Song Zhiyuan entered Chunhui Hall bathed in the evening glow.
"Mother." Song Zhiyuan saluted Song Ci.
Song Ci responded with a smile and instructed Chun Fen, "Go and bring a cup of snow pear and honey water for the Prime Minister to soothe his throat."
Chun Fen obliged with a curtsy, bowed out, and quickly returned with a teacup, which she presented forward.
Song Zhiyuan opened the lid of the teacup, and a hint of sweetness wafted to the tip of his nose, infiltrating his lungs. A sip eased the irritability in his entire body.
"In the autumn, one easily becomes dry; this snow pear water is boiled with white fungus and honey. It is most refreshing and calming, you should drink more of it," Song Ci said.
"Mother always has the best food here."
