The queen's palace had become the heart of joy and warmth in the imperial grounds. Ever since the emperor and Ning Lili had rekindled their bond, it was as if the heaviness of the court and the constraints of their roles had melted away in the glow of shared memories and newfound love. They baked together, strolled through the gardens hand-in-hand, and played board games late into the night. Laughter spilled from the palace daily, a sound that even the servants cherished.
The moon festival arrived in tandem with Ning Lili's birthday, marking a day of celebration and grandeur.
The atmosphere is filled with excitement, as the palace prepares for the grand banquet later that evening. The Empress stirs in her bed, her face softening as she senses a presence in the room. She opens her eyes to see the Emperor, standing with a tray of food and a small, ornate box in his hands.
Empress (eyes fluttering open, surprised):
"My lord? Why are you here so early?"
