"You have been in and out of consciousness the past five days," the Dowager continued, putting the empty bowl aside.
I focused my sight upon her, realising with a jolt that she was dressed in plain grey robes. Her face was devoid of any makeup; no accessories on her eyes or golden hairpins in sight.
Even her shoes were made of straw - a sight that I never expected to see the Dowager in.
Even when she was Yi Fu's supposed concubine, she never dressed this plainly.
She looked like... She was a nun in a temple.
For some reason, she was caring for me. Without any servants in my main hall.
Did Zheng allow this? What happened while I was unconscious?
Despite all the questions that lay at the tip of my tongue, I didn't think she was going to harm me.
Still wary, I didn't speak.
"Zheng'er is waiting for you to wake up so that you can name your son together."
I nodded once, and the Dowager helped me lean against a stack of pillows.
