Dugu Chen hung his head and looked at his wife in his arms, truly at a loss for words. In the Imperial Palace, even the least favored concubines would only be subject to mocking by guards and eunuchs at most; they would never wear someone down like this. Clearly, someone had instigated this, but unfortunately, the child had not had the chance to see the world before perishing.
July arrived belatedly amid the summoning heat of midsummer, the clear sky showcasing a merciless sun that scorched everything on the parched earth, as if a huge steamer enveloped the ground, making it hard to breathe, and even the clouds in the sky quietly hid away.
Several princes returned to their fiefs a month ago, except for Dugu Chen, who stayed because the child was too young to travel. With the emperor's permission, he would set out for his fief after the start of autumn.
