Shaoguang Courtyard, the sky was overcast, and the autumn wind was fierce.
The leaves of the parasol trees in the courtyard were completely yellow, and the withered leaves were blown off by the wind, revealing a bleak scene.
Two maids were sweeping the fallen leaves, Xie Wanqing stood by the window, her expression somewhat dazed.
As if thinking of something, she lowered her head, and when she saw her slender hand, she couldn't help clenching her fist, pinching her palm.
The pain surged.
Giving her an instant sense of reality.
Was she truly reborn back here?
Back to the days of being the princely heir's wife in the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion.
Her mind was in a daze when she heard the two maids outside start talking.
One said, "The banquet in the front courtyard has been going on for three days. I heard the Holy Emperor even bestowed generous gifts yesterday, raising a concubine's son so high, where does that leave our madam?"
