Liu Mianmian received the news and hurried back from the Lin Family, only to see the palace draped in white.
Everywhere was a snowy scene, even the palace was enveloped in white curtains, full of desolation.
Liu Mianmian, still a Consort Liu, rode in her carriage up to the outside of Cining Palace, where she heard the varying cries within.
Some were heart-wrenching howls, while others were just low sobs that, if not carefully discerned, could be mistaken for the night wind!
The cries were different, but how many were truly sincere?
Liu Mianmian did not know!
After getting out of the carriage, she did not rush in but stood at the gates of Cining Palace, reaching out her hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.
The flying snow landed in her palm and quickly melted from the warmth, leaving only a trace of chill.
She sighed softly, "To die on this day, at this moment, I'm afraid the Empress Dowager would be unwilling!"
