Since the prince's wedding was an important, joyous event, the palace went through lavish decoration. Colorful lanterns were hung high, and all the servants were busy preparing the ancestral worshipping ceremony scheduled for the following day.
A carriage idled outside Fushou Palace. Imperial Concubine Rong personally escorted Bai Jingrou out of the door.
"It may seem inappropriate to send you back this late, sister," Imperial Concubine Rong apologized. "I'll explain everything to you later."
"Did something happen in the palace? Where is His Majesty?" Bai Jingrou asked, knitting a frown.
Emperor Zhao Ping had frequented Fushou Palace whenever he had time, but she hadn't seen him in recent days. The Empress Dowager claimed the Emperor was sick, but she could sense that there were some untold secrets.
