Chunsheng County Imperial Palace, Cuiwei Palace.

From the snow-covered city of Dunyang to the idyllic Chunsheng County, the scenery changed along the way, and Zhao Zhi's mood changed from stern to gentle. She also changed her clothes from a fox fur cloak to a light and soft gauze dress.

Along the way, Yun Zhang's waking hours became fewer and fewer. Before arriving at the imperial palace, he unusually summoned Shen Hanshan to the carriage. The two spoke for a while, but when Shen Hanshan bent over and climbed out of the carriage, his expression was overly serious, and he looked extremely displeased.

Zhao Zhi was curious about what the two of them had talked about, but out of respect for the emperor's authority, she was too embarrassed to ask directly, lest she appear petty and narrow-minded.

With the help of Cuiyun and others, Zhao Zhi slowly stepped down from the carriage and entered Cuiwei Palace.

This was her first time visiting Cuiwei Palace.

Although her brother had a portrait painted and given to her, the scenery in the portrait was exactly what Cuiwei Palace looked like now. Standing inside Cuiwei Palace now, she realized that the painting at most captured five or six tenths of its charm.

The palace is filled with strangely shaped rocks and artificial hills arranged in a pleasing manner, like pearls carelessly dropped by nature or works of art meticulously crafted by artisans. Every turn and turn holds endless charm.

A clear mountain spring babbles gently, its waters flowing slowly, winding around a blue stone path, passing through the forest and leaves, and finally converging into a pool of clear water. Occasionally, a few fallen petals float on the surface, adding to the poetic and elegant atmosphere.

Sunlight filters through sparse clouds, casting golden rays upon the landscape, creating a dappled pattern of light and shadow that is breathtakingly beautiful.

The covered walkways surrounding the palace gardens are not only excellent spots for sightseeing, but also convenient routes to various halls.

The corridor is adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, each pattern telling an ancient and mysterious story, inspiring the imagination. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and the fresh scent of wood, making one unconsciously slow down and immerse oneself in this tranquility and beauty.

"This Cuiwei Palace is even more magnificent than your princess's residence." Shen Hanshan's low voice suddenly rang out from behind Zhao Zhi, who then snapped back to reality to find that there was a group of people following her.

She paused, closed her eyes slightly, and the layout of Cuiwei Palace that she had seen before floated into her mind. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Someone, the Imperial Noble Consort is weak and needs to rest. Arrange for him to stay in Jinglan Pavilion."

This pavilion is nestled against the mountain and faces the water, surrounded by lush bamboo, making it a very tranquil place.

The attendant received the order and hurriedly left to settle Yunzhang.

"Lord Shen." Zhao Zhi turned around, a smile on her lips, her voice gentle, "Thank you for escorting us all the way, Lord Shen. Now that the Imperial Concubine and I have arrived safely at the temporary palace, Lord Shen can return to Da Xuan and get some rest." With that, Zhao Zhi bowed slightly, performing a standard gesture of thanks.

Shen Hanshan's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. He stared thoughtfully at Zhao Zhi, then slowly bowed and casually asked, "Your Majesty, I wonder if I have the honor of staying here in Cuiwei Palace for the night?"

"The Imperial Noble Consort's condition cannot be delayed, and I'm afraid I won't have time to entertain Lord Shen. Lord Shen, please make yourself at home." As Zhao Zhi spoke, she winked at Shen Hanshan, urging him to return to Da Xuan immediately.

After saying that, she turned and left.

As the sun began to set, Jinglan Pavilion had already been rearranged according to Zhang Jing's instructions.

Zhang Jing, along with Zhang Wan, disguised themselves and arrived at the scene in a carriage.

"Mother, we've only been apart for a short time, how come your hair has all turned white?" Zhao Zhi was stunned by Zhang Wan's silver hair as soon as she saw her.

Zhang Wan swallowed the bitterness in her heart, glanced at Zhang Jing, and explained in a low voice, "It's normal for people to have gray hair when they get old! Oh dear, Zhizhi, you're quite far along in your pregnancy now, so don't go near these bloody things. Your mother is here, go and rest outside!"