The Emperor of Beiyan has passed away, and envoys from various sides have come to pay their respects and attend the funeral. The details of this national mourning are complex, and the coffin must remain in place for twenty-seven days before it is moved to the tomb for burial.
In just seven days, Wufu had already lost weight, her chin sharper, complexion somewhat pale.
The couple barely managed to meet, each seeing the other's haggard appearance and sunken eyes, unable to help but exchange a bitter smile.
"Don't overexert yourself; the people in the palace aren't just freeloaders; just instruct them," Ah Jiu said, holding her hand at the table.
Wufu said, "I should return those words to you. No matter how tired I am, I only worry about the harem and the noble ladies. How big could the problems be? You indeed have more matters to attend to than I do!"
