The Zhou Mansion.
Zhou Qinghe returned to her room, tossed off a cup of tea, and clenched her hands.
Zhou Shihui asked Zhou Qinghe in a low voice, "Mother, what's the matter with you?"
Zhou Qinghe took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine. Hui'er, go back and take a rest."
Zhou Shihui kept looking back, somehow feeling that her mother didn't look right. Looking at the crescent moon in the sky, she couldn't help thinking, is Mother missing His Majesty in the imperial palace?
Now everyone said that my mother should be the empress…
Then was her father really His Majesty?
Zhou Shihui never believed that her father was that obscure literati from Yin County, but whenever she asked about her father's whereabouts, her mother didn't answer her.
...
It was July and the sun was scorching. If there were no ice cubes in the imperial palace, everyone would have been soaking in sweat.
