But it's finally the beginning of spring.
The snowflakes no longer pile up like in the cold winter; they melt as soon as they hit the ground.
By the time evening comes,
the ground is already covered with puddles of water, with bits of ice floating on top.
"This weather doesn't feel like winter; it's even colder than winter!"
Xia Ruqing lazily reclined on the kang, doodling on the misty window glass.
This glass is quite precious in ancient times, said to be made in foreign lands.
Even a small piece costs several taels of silver, and it's not very clear.
Throughout the entire harem, only the two rooms she lived in were equipped with glass; the others still used traditional tiles.
Zi Yue entered with freshly boiled hot cow's milk.
"My lady, this cow's milk stewed with bird's nest was cooked by Chef Su for the whole afternoon, please drink it while it's hot to nourish yourself!"
Xia Ruqing wiped her hands with a silk handkerchief and sat up from the warm kang.
