Occasionally, cries and howls would echo from a bedchamber within the Imperial Harem, the wails of concubines whose maternal families had fallen from grace, filled with grief and resentment.
If the Imperial Harem was this tense, one could only imagine the turmoil in the Imperial Court.
Xia Weibao was deeply worried, and once again, she couldn't sleep.
Her appetite had also decreased significantly.
This time it was not due to loneliness or fear, but because of worry.
The servants of Snowflake Palace watched her become increasingly gaunt, deeply concerned.
They wanted to inform His Majesty, but Xia Weibao stopped them.
With the court in such chaos, how could she let him be distracted?
Until two nights before the wedding, the noise of fighting and shouting came from outside the Palace Gate, flames reaching the sky, the clashing of blades and heavy fighting everywhere.
