Shanxi Datong, Song Mansion's main courtyard.
A woman, around eighteen years old, with fair skin and beautiful features, gracefully delicate eyebrows, resembling a fresh-out-of-water lotus, sat by the window. She was sewing a small garment, occasionally looking out the window, seemingly with a trace of unresolved light sorrow lingering between her brows.
"Madam, it's time to drink the medicine." A maid with an unremarkable appearance but calm eyes brought over a bowl of medicine.
The woman put down the small garment she was holding and smiled gently, saying: "Jingshui, I've already finished my confinement period, do I really have to keep drinking this medicinal soup? It tastes so bitter."
Her voice was like jade dropping on a jade plate, soft and tender, intoxicating.
The maid called Jingshui sternly said: "You gave birth to twins and they were premature. For the sake of your health, you still need to drink it; it's all for your own good."
