She seemed to have contracted hysteria; before her eyes, the long-since withered and dead grasses were full of vitality, the peeling off wall paint brand new; even the dark and menacing moonlight, spilling over her figure, seemed like it was bright and warm sunshine. "Pei Yu!" In a daze, she heard someone call out; looking in the direction of the sound, and saw only a woman in palace maid's clothes, around her thirties, waving a hand at her. Pei Yu, Pei Yu, she repeated to herself, dust-covered memories floating to the surface; this was the old woman's name, but it had been many years since anyone had used it. At that time, she'd followed along with the Yuehua Princess to Shejin to form a marriage alliance; the eunuchs in the Palace had chosen a Shejinese name for her, meaning "loyal devotion". She'd truly deserved these two characters of "loyal devotion"; when Princess Yuehua passed away, she'd gone on to raise the child she'd lef...

Only as sunset approached did Xie Qianbing part with Wei Xiren in the outskirts of the city; Wei Xiren had, previously, been continuously stationed in the great barracks in the city's suburbs, and this time, returning to the capital, she naturally wouldn't enter the city. Xie Qianbing, on the other hand, only returned to the city as the doors were being locked; by the time she'd brushed off the dust and windsweptness of travel, the Palace's doors had long since been locked, and there was no chance at all to enter and have an audience with the Emperor. The tail end of summer's night breeze blew through the windows, making the candle flames on the tabletop sway and waver. Placed by the candle's flame was the bundle with the letters she'd collected from Lian Zhigao's residence; she'd secretly hidden them on herself on the journey, and even Wei Xiren hadn't seen them. It was just that the contents of these letters truly were shocking; were she to mer...

Jiang Changbai's back immediately became a wash of cold sweat, and she nearly unconsciously retreated, but the solid corner of the table pressed against her. But she wasn't someone whose character, on encountering a problem, was only to retreat; when she came out of her daze, she extended a hand and grabbed for the fan, but Song Juguang had already moved before she could, and before Jiang Changbai could touch it, the folding fan in Song Juguang's hand once more changed positions. By the time Song Juguang had put the fan back at her waist, a few strands of hair at Jiang Changbai's forehead had already come free, her eyes staring at Song Juguang. But in this wretched situation, unexpectedly, a bit of a sovereign's awe-ful aura showed in her eyes. "Bixia, please don't worry," Song Juguang said in a soft appeasement, "this minister would never injure you." The abilities of the two of them in this moment were truly vastly different; even if Jiang ...

Translator's note: Many apologies for the late update! I've been busy IRL. Sunday's chapter should be up tomorrow. -  In the end, Liang Jiwen did move into the Palace, right on the morning of the second day, barely after morning court had concluded. Song Juguang, despite what she'd said, had accepted this duty, and even if her mind was still conflicted, she still diligently and dutifully watched people move the two, master and servant's, things into the Rongfan Palace. Actually, the two of Liang Jiwen's party, master and servant, didn't have much luggage to start with; the clothes they'd brought along now were actually all from Wen Song, the day before, thinking them too pitiful, paying for them from her own pocket to help them out. The couple of items of clothing truly didn't necessitate having a great number people come and move them; what people were coming and going in and out of the palace moving right now were all some large pieces of furniture...

Actually, when Song Juguang had left the Palace, she'd still felt that bringing master and servant into the Palace like this was not at all suitable, but she'd already agreed to this matter in front of Jiang Changbai, and wasn't willing to turn back and argue with her. So, she'd placed the decision on the two of them, thinking that if they weren't willing, then Jiang Changbai wouldn't force them on the matter of entering the Palace. She'd gone so far as to come prepared this time, going especially to the barracks to choose a soldier who had, similarly to Wei Xiren, grown up on the borders of the two nations, to act as translator out of fear that the nanny wouldn't cooperate and deceive both parties. After all, what sort of white-haired elder over sixty would pass through ten thousand trials and tribulations on her own two legs to enter the capital? Merely hearing their account of their experiences, this nanny was clearly not a simple figure. The nanny wa...

Song Juguang seemed not to have understood, and asked, "What?" Jiang Changbai didn't raise her head, repeating what she'd just said. "Bring the two of them into the Palace to live; there are many places in the Rear Court that are empty." Song Juguang looked at Jiang Changbai with astonishment, and when she spoke, it was peculiar. "So, Bixia really has agreed to this marriage." Hearing these words of hers, Jiang Changbai raised her head, a few degrees of equal surprise flashing in her eyes; when she spoke, a smile that couldn't be restrained was in her words. "What are you thinking, hm?" Having finished speaking, she set down her brush, rising and unhurriedly pacing to Song Juguang's side; she continued, "In the capital, the people are many and the eyes are multitudinous; even if people were deployed to surveil day and night, there'll always be a moment of carelessness. Now, Liang Jiwen's identity is in question, so sh...

Song Juguang didn't pay her any attention, only coughed softly. Unexpectedly, now, Wen Song was tactful, and hurriedly said, "This is the Great Li's Regent." Hearing this, the nanny understood, and made obeisance once more. "So, you're Wangye." But with merely these few words of hers, Song Juguang coughed once more. The nanny immediately fell silent, looking towards Wen Song as if seeking for help. Wen Song wasn't a fool, and in a low voice, advised her, "You're meant to say Wangjun." The nanny, in truth, didn't understand the matter of ti. But from the time she'd entered the capital, Wen Song was the only one who acted kindly towards her, and she was willing to trust in her. So, she hurriedly corrected herself: "Wangjun, the Princess grew up in Shejin from childhood, and can't speak the language of the Great Li. So, every matter has to translated for her by this servant." Song Juguang scoffed. "She couldn...