In the garden, Zhuang Ke still stood under the white plum tree.
Brother Yan was a bit sleepy, clinging to Du Yunluo's neck and acting coquettishly.
Du Yunluo gently coaxed him, and upon hearing a series of hurried footsteps, she instinctively looked in that direction.
In the inner courtyard of the deep palace, it was rare for palace maids to be in such a rush.
Leading them was Aunt Ming from Cining Palace, whom Du Yunluo recognized.
Aunt Ming saluted Du Yunluo and called out, "Heir's Wife," then glanced at Zhuang Ke under the white plum tree.
Zhuang Ke turned around; their eyes met, and Zhuang Ke smiled gently.
Aunt Ming was taken aback.
She had entered the palace only ten years ago and had never had the fortune to see the late Emperor's Consort Zhuang's grace. But the slight smile of the woman in front of her made her feel like a breath of spring.
