Chang Chun Palace.
Consort Fan lay on the beauty couch, wearing a headband, her slender, fair hands gently touching her chest, looking displeased.
"Lady, the Prince has arrived."
Consort Fan did not open her eyes, only resting one hand on her temple until the footsteps approached nearer, then she half-opened her eyes to look at the newcomer.
"Your son pays respects to Mother Consort."
Prince Zhou knelt on one knee on the ground and saluted with cupped hands.
Consort Fan weakly said, "Rise."
Prince Zhou stood up, looking at her pale complexion, and said, "What has happened to Mother Consort? Is your heartache acting up again?"
Consort Fan's eyes fully opened, and she slightly sat up, saying coldly, "What's happened to me, don't you have a clue? Going to a banquet for no good reason and losing the child?"
Prince Zhou tasted bitterness in his mouth, saying, "It's all because your son is useless, tricked by others."
"Nonsense!"
