In the blink of an eye, it was the end of March.
The once quiet Jiangdu Palace had suddenly become lively again these past days. Shang Ruyi watched the palace maids and eunuchs bustling about as if preparing something and asked a few of her attending maids.
One of them said, "In response to the Madam, in a few days it will be the Cold Food Festival, and His Majesty plans to celebrate in the palace."
"Cold Food Festival, celebrate?"
Shang Ruyi furrowed her brows slightly and said, "Isn't it supposed to be for sacrifices?"
The maid awkwardly laughed and shook her head.
Ever since ancient times, the Cold Food Festival has been a day of remembering the sages; very few celebrate on this day. Shang Ruyi did not know what Chu Yang intended with such arrangements. Just then, Eunuch Yu arrived with some people.
He saluted Shang Ruyi and then said, "Madam, His Majesty awaits you in the inner palace and asks you to attend."
Shang Ruyi asked, "Is there something important?"
