Zhao Minghong said, "The Princess Consort was acquainted with Madam Song in their youth. They grew apart after Madam Song's health declined. I came to pay respects on behalf of their past friendship."
Tao Wanxin, dressed in simple and fitting attire, nodded. "That is so."
Su Fengyue's gaze fell upon Tao Wanxin. His cloudy eyes shifted to her belly, and he sighed. "Thank you, Princess Consort, for remembering Yue'er."
At the sound of his voice and the name "Yue'er,"...
Tao Wanxin froze completely.
These days, life in the Prince Mansion had been peaceful for Princess Yong. After the precedent set by concubine Du, no one dared to cross her.
She took the nourishing pills Ji Qingwu had prepared for her every day, and she had even gained some weight. The color had returned to her cheeks.
Whenever Prince Yong saw her, his spirits, weighed down by the Emperor's grave illness, would lift.
