Three days later, the sealed gates of the capital finally opened. Even with the gates open, the residents of the capital remained cautious, venturing onto the streets only to purchase necessities for daily life.
At the Zhou residence, Zhulan listened to the rain outside and frowned, "They say spring rain is as precious as oil, but it hasn't stopped these past few days."
It made the spring rain seem a bit less valuable.
Xue Han was in a bad mood, "This incessant rain really dampens the spirits."
Zhulan nodded. The constant gloom and poor indoor lighting definitely affected one's mood.
Xue Han set down a handful of melon seeds, "Mother, I heard that the fifth Prince's injuries have healed."
Zhulan replied, "I heard he wasn't seriously injured in the first place, just a cut on his arm."
