The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the Imperial City.
In Zhao Hua Palace, the lights remained bright, with candlelight filtering through the sheer fabric shades, casting a slightly dim yellow glow that draped a gentle hue over the palace walls and corridors.
Behind the glazed screen, the Empress, dressed in a bright yellow palace gown, sat poised at the wide imperial desk, her head slightly bowed, focused on reviewing the mountain-like stacks of memorials before her.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, you should also rest," Sun Senior Palace Lady bent over, speaking softly.
"I am not tired," the Empress replied lightly without raising her head.
"But you haven't rested well for several days. If this continues, your body won't last..." Sun Senior Palace Lady said with a frown.
Ever since learning that Chen Mo was taken away by the Daoist Venerable, the Empress seemed to have returned to her previous state.
