Empress Dowager Wang stood in front of Yangxin Hall, wanting to see through the hall doors and comprehend everything. Her usually smiling face now cold and solemn, her lips lined with wrinkles tightly pursed.
She withdrew her gaze and said, "Return to the palace."
Song Zhiyuan stepped forward, extended his elbow, and bent slightly, saying, "Your humble servant oversteps, respectfully seeing off the Empress Dowager to the carriage."
Empress Dowager Wang looked at him deeply and placed her hand onto his arm, saying, "Thank you, Prime Minister Song."
Song Zhiyuan bent his body, slowly assisting Empress Dowager Wang toward the carriage, his lips moved, transmitting a barely audible voice into her ear.
Empress Dowager Wang's hand suddenly squeezed tightly on his arm, taking a deep breath.
