On the second day of the spiritual retreat, Noble Princess Consort Rong had grown quite placid.
Snow weighed down the bamboo branches, and surrounded by the rhythmic beat of the wooden fish and the sound of chanting, one couldn't help but feel their mind quiet.
"I can't help but wonder... what if, a hundred years from now..."
What if the Emperor were to pass on before her? Rather than live out her days in the palace as an imperial concubine, she would much prefer to guard his tomb and pray for his soul. Then, when her time came, she would follow the late Emperor into the afterlife. A wistful expression crossed Noble Princess Consort Rong's face.
