The desolate Fengyi Palace, without the Empress, had not a hint of liveliness.
The Emperor stood in front of the window for a long time before turning to sit by the bed, looking down at the red plum hairpin in his hand.
The Empress had even left behind the hairpin he gave her.
The Emperor sighed, "You're not a child anymore; why don't you understand my heart?"
The Emperor's words, of course, could not reach the Empress who was far outside the city.
At this moment, the Empress lay in bed, reading by the candlelight for a while, wondering what the dog Emperor was up to—whether he was staying the night at He Jiayu's place.
After closing the book, the Empress crawled into the covers, refusing to think about the things that upset her.