The chill of autumn was setting in, and fallen leaves covered the steps of the small courtyard.
From the window cracks of the Princess Consort's quarters in Prince Wen's Mansion, a faint yellow light seeped out.
Fangzi took the silver scissors to trim the wick of the lamp on the table a bit shorter, then again covered the door and left. The room was left only with the dim shadows under the candlelight.
Pei Yunshu sat beside the couch, gently rocking the cradle beside her. Inside, the female infant slept sweetly. In less than half a month, the wrinkly appearance had unfolded into a rosy and plump complexion. Apart from being unusually small, one could hardly tell she was born before full term.
Pei Yunshu said with a smile, "Look at her, sleeping like a little kitty. Doesn't her nose and mouth resemble mine more?"
