In the blink of an eye it was the twelfth lunar month. After a big snowfall, the weather turned cold; the transport teams that had gone out to various places all started coming back one after another, and the villagers began getting busy with New Year preparations.
Qing Dou and Broad Bean had come in October and still hadn't gone back. Not only had they not gone back, another person came—no, actually two people.
"Empress Dowager—no, I should be calling you Grand Empress Dowager now. Why are you running around in the dead of winter?" Yang Ruxin frowned at the old lady wrapped up in a white fur cloak, her brows raised high. "The canal's frozen over; riding in a carriage like this is torture, you know?"
And it wasn't just the Grand Empress Dowager who came; accompanying her was Noble Consort Miao, who now had also become the Grand Imperial Noble Consort.
