Anyway, she had entered the palace on account of her status as an official's daughter; practically every official's family had the privilege of sending a young girl to the palace. As the eldest, it naturally fell upon her to go to the palace, all to help with her father's political career.
Another half-hour passed.
The Emperor was still reviewing Qin She's memorial. The pace seemed strange, almost as if she had been completely forgotten.
Zhang Tao felt wronged, her hunger growing stronger, her thirst increasing; when would the Emperor come to bed?
Zhang Tao had long since abandoned any notion of sleeping with the Emperor. Instead, she sprawled out on the bed—it was said that sleeping on one's stomach could alleviate hunger.
And so, she fell asleep in that fashion.
The Emperor stretched lazily.
Finally done with reviewing the memorials, he stood up, preparing to go to bed, only to turn around and see a sprawled figure on the bed.
