'Stressful.'
That was the word Si Ning could use to describe how his day was going and he felt so light like he was floating without a place to rest that he could hardly think, he even tuned out Si Nan that was at the table sobbing loudly right next to him while he sat there facing his mother that was saying something to him yet he couldn't hear or understand a word but he maintained the stance that he was listening attentively so as not to arouse any suspicion that he wasn't listening. He was in a situation that he kept thinking about the decree Song Ouyang read, which was now on his table, and kept reminding him of the moment he accepted it with a forced smile while his heart started to pound loudly because going to the palace means he was going to see Xiu Zhicheng.
