In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the biggest topic in the capital was the sifting out of a considerable number of eunuchs and palace maids from within the palace and those who were still squatting in the dungeons being interrogated.
The sensation had continued for almost half a month, with the topic showing no signs of fading.
Zhulan was at home, playing with her little grandson, Ming Jung, who really resembled Lady Li and was most adored by the eldest son. He loved to hold him in his hands when he had the chance.
Lady Li disliked her youngest son; he was a voracious eater and drinker, and he had an especially loud voice, which gave her the sensation of looking into a mirror. Thinking about her past self, she shifted her gaze away from her little son, "Mother, aren't they selecting palace maids again in the palace?"
Zhulan let go of her grandson's chubby hand, "Since the Empress has decreed it, then they won't be selecting anymore."
