Amidst the spreading rumors of this chaos, how could the people of the royal court not be anxious?
But little did they know, even more nerve-wracking days were yet to come!
On the eighth day of December, during the Laba-Fest of the Great Zhou, while the common folks were blissfully unaware of any major event occurring, they were happily preparing Laba porridge. Those with close relationships would even gift a bowl to each other.
However, at Prince An's Mansion, Yang Chuxia had little mind to make porridge.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem so absent-minded?" Yangyang asked.
"Mother, are you feeling unwell?" Lele also pulled on her and said, "Now that Auntie's engagement has been postponed, you don't have as much to worry about, so just take a good rest."
