In Canglan Court.
The Emperor was reviewing memorials in the small hall, the table was too cramped, it looked incredibly awkward.
Not wanting to disturb the sleep of his Little Concubine, he didn't have his belongings moved to the inner chamber but made do in the small hall instead.
While reviewing the memorials, he occasionally turned to look through the Moon Gate and could vaguely see through the curtains to the person sound asleep in bed.
The child she carried was his Imperial Son; in a few months, the child would be born crying into the world, and he would have someone connected to him by blood.
Thinking of this warmed his heart. Having someone to care for in this world felt so good; he had never experienced such a feeling before. Fortunately, he met his Little Concubine, who brought him the feeling of kinship.
This Side Hall was too small, the Main Hall should be renovated. Once the renovation was done, it wouldn't be as cramped as it was now.
