Pei Yu stood in the courtyard, watching Liang Jiwen cut paper ornaments at a distance through the window. Before, she'd feared that Liang Jiwen couldn't adjust to life in the Great Li, and so seeing her acclimate so smoothly, Nanny Pei Yu was gratified. So, unknowingly and unconsciously, that tiny person grew up. Probably because of her age, her memory wasn't too good either. The chilling wind blew with a whistle, and Nanny Pei Yu unexpectedly forgot why she'd come out of her room, and began to walk about aimlessly in the Palace. By the time she came out of her daze, she'd once more come to that desolate corner. In the time of a few months, this place had changed. Though it was still dilapidated, and the peeling wall paint didn't have a trace of mending, the courtyard was filled with a weak, warm light, the wind bringing fragmented sounds, as if someone was in the courtyard. Actually, this tableaux was somewhat eerie; the courtyard, which had been without human ...

This year's Palace Banquet had even fewer people than it had in the past. In previous years, the only ones who could attend the Palace Banquet were the aristocracy and nobility, and they all more or less shared the same blood. But this year, if it were to be conducted according to the same standards as the past, there would be no difference between the Palace Banquet and Jiang Changbai eating a meal alone. As a result, she'd simply altered the restrictions, and summoned all officials above third rank to attend. Though at the start, she'd thought that the more bustling and raucous the better, not everyone could attend. Jiang Changbai hadn't imagined, either, that an unwelcome guest would come to the Palace Banquet. Yang Zhuofei had found a carpenter from who knew where to construct a wheelchair, and, at the very last moment, she pushed a sickly, gaunt, frail man in using it. Her seat was towards the inside, and all those who'd already sat down followed her to her sea...