It is said not to write an Imperial Decree to confer titles lightly, and this too is due to the complex emotions in one's heart.
Ji Zichang sighed:
"I truly envy you... brother."
Footsteps were heard. At this time, there was only one person who could enter here without being announced by the eunuchs. Ji Zichang slightly raised his eyes and saw a woman with gentle features walk in, Noble Consort Wen, who had once borne him a son who died young.
Now pregnant again, with her belly slightly protruding, Ji Zichang rose to greet her, supporting the Noble Consort, his expression warm: "Why have you come?"
"And not even brought anyone with you."
Noble Consort Wen said, "I feared disturbing Your Majesty. Wan'er and the others are waiting outside the hall. Your Majesty has not come for a long time, and I heard about the affairs of the court ministers. I was worried you were reviewing the memorials too late, so I came to check on you."
