Empress Xiande walked in the night. The wind brushed past her face. The short dizziness from the wine was slowly gone, replaced by the annoying soberness.
She held the railing by the pond and let out a long sigh.
She knew that the words tonight were said in a fit of anger. However, she was extremely afraid at the thought of Emperor Yong Le's death. She wanted to avoid that outcome and refused to look or listen. However, Emperor Yong Le took the initiative to mention it every time they talked, forcing her to face what she did not want to face.
Nanny Tao said, "Your Majesty, it's cold outside. Let's go back first."
Empress Xiande shook her head. There was a string of prayer beads on her wrist. Every night, she would hold the prayer beads and chant the Buddhist scriptures, praying that the heavens would take pity on Emperor Yong Le and let a miracle happen.
