After returning to Qianqiu Palace, the sky had already lightened.
Yet everyone felt a thick haze looming over Qianqiu Palace, hanging over everyone's heads.
Although Shang Ruyi felt a bit anxious, she wasn't truly flustered. After returning to the palace, she still handled some trivial matters as usual. After lunch, she stayed by Little Yuanzi's cradle and took a nap on the recliner.
Though, she almost hadn't fallen asleep for a moment.
In the afternoon, the weather worsened, with howling cold winds carrying snowballs the size of eggs, pounding heavily on the walls and windows, the muffled thud seemed to strike the hearts of everyone inside the palace. Despite the noisy sounds, Shang Ruyi could still clearly hear the hurried footsteps of the palace attendants outside, those sounds steadily stepped onto her heart.
