Just two days after Yuanhua and the others left, the capital city underwent a dramatic change.
First came strong winds and rain, and then it started to icy.
In this weather, the geese flying south carry a message: everyone is exempt from tomorrow's greetings. It's cold, so everyone should take care to keep warm. But remember to ensure good ventilation.
Especially for young children.
On this very day, the second prince entered the palace.
After his wedding, he tried to get close to Lady Jin, but as expected, His Majesty pretended not to see it.
He couldn't very well bring his principal wife into Qinghui Pavilion in a grand manner.
But it's fine to come and visit occasionally.
He didn't even dare to call her "Mother Consort," but only "Lady Jin."
The mother and son spoke somewhat stiffly, but their affection was evident.
After all these years of ups and downs, Jin Cairen has aged considerably. However, now that she has given up those unrealistic ideas, she has become more cheerful.
My only son is already married, so I have nothing to worry about.
At this moment, the two were sitting across the table talking.
Jin Cairen looked outside and said, "This weather... I'm afraid even an umbrella won't work. Tell the palace servants to take good care of you. Wear a raincoat, don't worry about how it looks."
"Alright, no need to worry. If the weather is really bad, I can stay at the Leshou Palace for one night. The rooms there are still available." There's no one else staying there for the time being.
"Is there anything you're lacking, Consort Cai? I've started my own household now, unlike before. If you're short of anything, just tell me. I'll send it over if I can," the Second Prince said.
"There's no shortage, thanks to Her Majesty the Empress's care. This year's charcoal supply is more than last year's. It's enough. It's all thanks to you," said Consort Jin.
"The Empress Dowager takes care of us, not only here, but also in my own household. She has been very kind to us. Lady Ding often says that she has been taken care of," the Second Prince said.
“Your principal wife sounds like she has a good temper, so treat her well. I’m not qualified to say these things, and I don’t understand them either. If anything happens, have her ask the Empress for advice; it would be good for her to receive some guidance,” said Consort Jin.
"Yes. Don't worry, I know. It's getting late, I should go back now. I'll come to see you again in a while," the Second Prince said.
"No need, I know you're doing well. If you travel too much, your father will inevitably... Never mind, let's not talk about that. There's no need to come again before the New Year. In any case, we can keep in touch," said Consort Jin.
"Yes. Take care." The Second Prince took a deep breath and said this.
He was helped by his servants to put on a raincoat and go out.
Jin Cairen stared for a long time, standing at the door until she felt cold all over.
The servant smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. His Highness has plenty of servants around him. This short distance won't be a problem. You are truly blessed. His Highness cares about you."
Jin Cairen simply smiled.
She has little trust in the people around her these days.
After all, they hadn't been serving each other for very long.
She just wondered how the Empress intended to treat them, mother and son, this way.
Regardless, it's a good thing overall.
Consort Jin now regrets her foolishness back then. If she had obediently taken her child and sought refuge with the Empress from the beginning, she might have a high position now.
At least I wouldn't be separated from my child for so many years, and now that we meet, even if I want to be close to them, I can't.
In Zhaochun Palace, Yan Nangui also learned that the Second Prince had gone to see Lady Jin.
I know, I know, and I didn't say anything more.
The weather was bad, so the Seventh Princess didn't go to school. Right now, she's pestering her mother to make her some sachets so she can give them to everyone.
"If you replace this 'everyone' with your father, he will be very happy."
“No, that won’t do. The first one was very ugly. Father can’t use it.” The Seventh Princess shook her head.
“Then try a different approach. The first one was very ugly, but it was Princess Anping’s first needlework piece. Although it certainly wasn’t very beautiful, wasn’t it special?” Yan Nangui asked.
The Seventh Princess was taken aback: "Oh, in that case, we can't give it to Father Emperor, we have to give it to Mother Empress."
"Oh my, you really know how to please the Empress Dowager." Yan Nangui said with a smile, pinching her nose.
"Hehehe, no, no, I just like Mother Empress. I like Mother Empress a little more than Father Emperor," said the Seventh Princess.
"Your father would be devastated if he heard that. Give him this chance. Give me the second one, and you can give the rest to whomever you want," Yan Nangui said.
"Alright then, Mother, please help me," the Seventh Princess said.
"That's putting me in a difficult position. I'll ask Jiangxiang and the others to teach you. I don't know how to embroider or do needlework." Actually, Yan Nangui might be able to if she looked through her memories.
But the original owner really didn't know how.
The Seventh Princess chuckled and laughed at her mother for a while before going to find incense.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the talent; she either pricked her finger or twisted it into a pretzel.
They're quick at doing things; they finished a purse in just one morning.
That's just... such a waste of good fabric and thread.
Such silk threads and fabrics are something that many concubines in the harem would covet but could not obtain.
Once she had finished making the purse, she couldn't wait to deliver it to her father, the Emperor.
Yan Nangui waved her hand, ordering someone to dress her, and then, holding a large oil-paper umbrella, headed straight for the Beichen Palace.
Shu Chengfeng was indeed very happy to receive that crumpled thing.
If he hadn't at least remembered that he was an emperor, he would have immediately hung it on his waist.
The pleased emperor then bestowed a great many gifts upon the seventh princess.
When the whole harem found out, their jealousy and envy were beyond words.
In Liufang Pavilion, the Fourth Princess sighed, "When I first learned needlework, there was no such fine fabric available. It was all scraps. My mother was out of favor and of low rank, so she never dared to dream of such things. My seventh sister is truly different, being born of the Empress Dowager."
"Princess, don't overthink it. In this palace, this is how the Empress's legitimate daughters are," the servant said.
"Well, that's true, but even before she was born of the principal wife, she was still better off than us. Oh well, I'm just saying this out of the blue. It's all fate; how can we possibly catch up?"
The maids responded, thinking to themselves, "That's right."
Let alone the Fourth Princess, which of the princes in this palace is like the Seventh Princess?
He's so young, yet he already has a title.
You can't be envious of them; they're just lucky.
The lucky little princess even gets to eat and drink for free at her father's place and play for free in the afternoon.
After all, the rain and snow hadn't stopped, and the Emperor refused to release them.
She would occupy a table in her father's study and write by herself.
When the officials came in to discuss matters, she was quite obedient, simply writing and reading.
A nearby official glanced at it and thought to himself, "Oh dear, the Seventh Princess's handwriting is really... nothing to brag about."
Your Majesty's calligraphy is good, but only average.
The Empress's calligraphy is remarkable.
There was a young clerk in the cabinet who initially didn't understand and mistook the Empress's handwriting for His Majesty's.
They treated His Majesty as someone else.
When corrected, he stubbornly refused to believe it, saying that the Empress's handwriting was much stronger than His Majesty's.
Looking at the character "Seventh Princess" now, tsk, even if she practices writing it for a long time and improves, she'll probably still resemble her father.
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