The snow fell heavier and heavier. Empress Xu stood in front of the window for a long time, feeling that today was an exceptionally good occasion. She turned and instructed the female official to call for a sedan chair to head to the Imperial Study Room.
The Emperor sat beside the desk, reading the memorials in his hand with a calm and imposing demeanor, as if he had not left this place all day.
"Your Majesty," Du Zheng bowed, "the Heavenly Family has been reviewing memorials constantly without even having a sip of water. No matter how urgent the state affairs, you must take care of your own health. Please, persuade him to rest a bit when you go in."
Empress Xu nodded and walked alone into the Warm Pavilion, afraid to disturb the Emperor. Empress Xu sat quietly to the side, carefully observing the man writing with a brush.
