Zhi'er sat up, slipped on her little shoes, and ran to the window to open it.
"Emperor." A ruo's tear-stained face was just outside the window.
Zhi'er was surprised: "Sister A Ruo, why have you come again!"
She stepped aside and invited A ruo to come in.
Once inside, A ruo knelt on the ground, sobbing and choking.
"I am here on Your Majesty's orders to convey a message to the Emperor."
Saying this, she extended her hand.
Zhi'er, upon hearing it was about her mother, hurried forward and cupped A ruo's fingertips in her small hands.
In the Heavenly Palace, there is a special method of communication.
One can directly read memories once permission is granted.
From Zhi'er's fair palm, a faint rose-gold light emanated.
She saw the weakened Jing Jia in A ruo's mind.
The little one suddenly widened her eyes: "Mother!"
Jing Jia, weak and murmuring, conveyed several sentences.
