The thought of waiting all these years, finally having definite news of him, swept her with overwhelming joy. Yet, thinking of the son she had longed for returning only to be hurt by his father and stubbornly refusing to enter the palace to see them, sadness welled up again.
Everyone can speak of reasoning, and she could say things like being satisfied as long as he lived well. But every time she said such words, her heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.
After going through such turmoil several times, after having lunch, she felt completely drained of strength and lay on the bed.
However, even so, when Fu Zhen came in with a memorial and requested to enter the palace again, she agreed without hesitation.
When Fu Zhen came in, the Empress was already up.
But Fu Zhen, with sharp eyes, could immediately tell that something was off about her expression. He quickly showed concern, "Is there something the Empress feels unwell about? Has the Imperial Physician been called?"
