The Ancestral Hall.
Mrs. Mei carefully wiped her husband's spirit tablet and asked him, "Was that dream a warning, or was it just a dream?"
"Should Ah Yin not enter the palace?"
Or even… should she no longer have any involvement with Pei Yan?
Mrs. Mei didn't ask this question aloud, but her heart sank.
Mrs. Mei had seen with her own eyes how much Pei Yan loved Mei Wanying and Ling over the past few years.
She knew he was sincere.
But people's hearts are fickle, and Mrs. Mei was still uneasy.
Pei Yan was the supreme Monarch, and the women who admired him were as countless as the stars.
Beauty fades, so could his sincerity truly last a lifetime?
If Ah Yin also had to suffer the pain of love fading as beauty wanes, what would she do?
A breeze blew past, making the oil lamp's flame flicker, but no one could ease the worry in Mrs. Mei's heart.
'Being a parent means you're destined to worry about your child for a lifetime.'
