She had spent the night in a drunken stupor.
The next day, Yun Zhao woke with a headache. She rallied her spirits to have breakfast with her two children, then sent Feng Ze to the small study in Taixi Hall for his lessons.
Although it was the New Year holiday, Feng Ze seemed to have matured overnight, perhaps because of the ongoing war.
With the Emperor away from the Capital City and out of the palace, her son was maturing at a rapid pace in ways she couldn't see.
In just over a month, he had lost some of his former youthful energy and grown more mature and composed.
Especially now that the imperial selection, under the Empress Dowager's direction, was being held with such great fanfare. Though Feng Ze was still young, he could sense that something was afoot from the changes in his surroundings.
Seeing her son change pained Yun Zhao, but she knew it was a necessary part of growing up.
