"Aunt, you must take good care of yourself." An Shutong dabbed her face with a handkerchief. "Aunt, you aren't happy in the palace, and it makes me unhappy too. Why don't we go back to the traveling palace?"
The Empress Dowager was taken aback.
An Shutong didn't look at the Empress Dowager. Her eyes were fixed on the patterns of the floor tiles. "How happy we were, living at the traveling palace with you. Back then, we didn't have so many worries, so many schemes and conspiracies. We didn't have to fear for our lives at every moment.
Aunt, I'll take good care of you from now on. Let's just go back to the traveling palace and live our lives in peace, alright? Every blade of grass, every brick and tile... thinking of it now fills me with such nostalgia."
"You..." The Empress Dowager looked at An Shutong. "Did someone bully you?"
