A rain in autumn, a void in the air.
In Linzi Palace, Lady Min, Lin Wan Zhou, was pacing back and forth heavily pregnant.
Now that her term was near, the midwives all said the child would arrive either this month or the next.
So, she insisted on walking a bit every day to aid the delivery.
Her belly large as a basket, many who saw it said she was carrying a boy.
Thus, Lin Wan Zhou was even more attentive to her pregnancy.
Qin Liu brought in a small plate of grapes and then spoke to Lin Wan Zhou.
"Madam, these are tribute fruits the Emperor just had sent over, said to be delightfully sweet and sour."
Upon hearing this, Lin Wan Zhou gestured for Qin He, who was fanning her, to pause.
She walked over slowly.
Upon seeing the grapes, a trace of tenderness and emotion flickered through her eyes.
"The Emperor still thinks of me after all, and hasn't completely forgotten."
