Niu Pan'er returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, the banquet had already dispersed, and the guests had all left. She asked around and learned that Song Zhiyu was accompanying their son for a nap, so she went to Fufeng Pavilion and sent a maid to ask where Song Zhiyuan was now, if he was free, she had something to discuss.
Song Zhiyu wasn't asleep either. Seeing his wife come in, he put a finger to his lips to shush her and pointed outside.
Niu Pan'er sat under the southern window, looking at Song Zhiyu's jade-like handsome face, feeling a bit lost. If she were to tell him she had to return to the Northeast, he might just burst into tears, wouldn't he?
What to do?
Song Zhiyu felt something was amiss. His wife had returned from the palace with a somewhat gloomy look; could she have been reprimanded by the Emperor? Or relieved from an important position?
