That same night, at the Crown Prince's mansion.
Zhu Fenfang sat on a cautioned seat at the balcony facing the front of the courtyard, head bent over a rolled out book. She had picked up reading books after getting married. It was a popular romance story published and sold at the capital. Her ladies maid Xiao Chu stood behind her, she glanced up at the night clouds with a furrowed brow.
It was getting colder but her mistress stubbornly refused to get inside, she bit her lip thoughtfully and glanced towards the gates. Her gaze landed on her mistress's half nearly empty cup of tea, she walked forward, picked up the dark brown hot kettle of tea on the small lit tea stove and refilled the teacup by her mistress's right.
