Princess Consort Ji sneezed twice, took out a handkerchief and pressed it against her nose, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at the Palace Gate, her heart filled with excitement.
Twenty years had passed, and she finally stood on this land again, returning to the Imperial Palace that had granted her glory for half her life.
Yet now, standing before the Palace Gate, everything had changed; the man who bestowed upon her the highest honor had long turned into a skeleton.
Oh, the former Emperor, you shouldn't have left so soon!
"Lady, please don't cry, your makeup will smudge," a Palace Maid gently reminded her.
Upon hearing this, Princess Consort Ji hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "Is it really smudged?"
She couldn't meet that old woman Wang Jingxian with a tear-streaked face; she had to confront her at her best.
The Palace Maid shook her head.
