Not speaking while eating or talking while sleeping, the meal was eaten in complete silence. After the meal, the Empress dabbed her lips with a handkerchief and looked at the Emperor with a light smile, "I've noticed that since Your Majesty came to the palace, you seem not in good spirits. Is it because you're troubled by the previous dynasty's disaster relief matters?"
The Emperor's heart skipped a beat; he sighed inwardly knowing it was coming. Although the Empress hadn't resorted to donating all her jewelry for disaster relief over these years,
the jewelry from the concubines in the harem was always sent to him by the Empress. Thinking about seeing the concubines with only one or two hairpins in their hair tomorrow, looking utterly shabby, the Emperor already felt a headache coming on.
