Standing in front of the gates of Kunning Palace, looking at the name plaque hanging above, Song Ci felt a bit dazed, as though she were in ancient times, yet her heart returned to the moment when she visited the Imperial Palace years ago.
The butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou, perhaps.
"Madam," the palace nanny supported Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci snapped back to reality and said, "Are we going in now?"
The palace nanny shook her head, "We must wait to be summoned."
"Oh."
Voices arose again, and Song Ci turned her head to see, also carried on a wicker sedan chair, a woman with graying hair and deeper wrinkles than her own, clad in the same Imperial Decree Clothes.
Who is this…
"It's the Madam from the Prime Minister Fan's Mansion," the palace nanny quietly informed her.
Oh, it's the old mother of her family's eldest son's nemesis.
Heh, she looks even older than Song Ci, with that heavy golden crown; she must be more burdened than I am.
Song Ci felt a bit comforted.
