The Retired Emperor couldn't do anything now, but it was Zhou Shuren who brought him peace of mind, and upon seeing the heavy snow, he instead said, "Auspicious snow heralds a bountiful year; next year will surely be a good sign."
Zhou Shuren tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Hmm."
Inside the palace, the Empress watched as the palace maid brought back some soup, falling silent. It was the Emperor's favorite soup. The Empress looked out the window, the heavy snow obscuring her vision, just as she found it increasingly difficult to see through the Emperor.
The Female Officer spoke, "Your Majesty, it's cold outside, better close the window."
The Empress stepped back, waiting for the palace maid to close the window, unable to resist thinking of her father's message — her son must be the Crown Prince. If not the Crown Prince, how would her legitimate son survive in the future?
