Qi Feng Gong
The Palace of the Rising Phoenix.
I stared up at the sign as the last bit of preparation was done, sighing.
Zheng was livid when he heard that I was moving out of Dong Gong, but there was nothing he could do.
I made a deal with the Empress. As she was our elder, being angry at her was pointless.
"Niang Niang, you still look very pale," Qin whispered as she took my arm. I gave her a tired look, stifling a yawn.
My blood flow was heavier than ever, and all it made me feel was tired and weak. Physician Guo promised that I was alright, and that he would give me blood-boosting tonics after my period was over.
In the face of choosing between agreeing to the Empress to relieve myself from the pains of writing in the cold air and wanting to stay by Zheng's side, I could only choose the former.
The sweet scent from the gardens wafted over to Qi Feng Gong's entrance as the autumn winds rushed through the space.