On the fifth day of the first month, it was the anniversary of the Late Empress's death.
In the harem.
As the highest-ranking Noble Consort, Xia Ruqing
needed to lead the concubines out of the palace to pay respects at the Imperial Mausoleum.
They set off before dawn.
By the time they returned, it was already pitch dark.
After a day of such exhausting activities.
On the sixth day, things finally settled down.
Even though the sun was high, she had no intention of getting up.
After all the hustle and bustle, she was weary and sore.
Finally having a moment to unwind, she indulged in a well-deserved lie-in.
She cozily embraced her quilt.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned back and forth on the bed.
Both Zi Yue and Zi Su understood that she didn't want to get up.
So they waited outside, not daring to enter.
Xia Ruqing rubbed herself absent-mindedly on the bed.
Suddenly, she felt something furry.
'Hmm? What's this?'
Without opening her eyes, she continued to touch it.
