Another month passed.
The first snowfall of the year quietly descended.
Su Zhiruan attended court as usual, tightened her large cloak, and after listening to the incessant debates of the courtiers, she pinched the bridge of her nose in some irritation.
During the arguments, she heard a good strategy proposed by the top scholar from the imperial examination two years ago, and she made the decision on the spot.
After all the discussions were finalized, the court adjourned, the courtiers filed out, and Su Zhiruan had someone take the little emperor to continue his studies while she followed the courtiers out.
Crossing one threshold after another, she coughed lightly, and once again tightened her large cloak.
The snow was still falling softly, layer upon layer, stepping on it felt as soft as a carpet.
She tucked her hands back into her furry sleeves, "Return to the bedroom first."
The female official held an umbrella for her and answered softly.
