The brazier appeared as though it hadn't been used in ages.
Expected, wasn't it? Deep within the cold palace, with no palace maids to attend, lighting a brazier alone would still bring endless trouble.
Chen Yi placed charcoal inside. The cold wind swept through the fissures of the windows and door. Over by the bed, someone shivered and asked:
"Is the brazier lit yet?"
"Not yet."
"Oh."
The voice over there responded with a lazy "oh." Chen Yi glanced sideways, seeing both Yin Weiyin and Little Yin huddled together, arms tucked tightly against their bodies.
Charcoal piled up in the brazier, pitch-dark. Chen Yi struck the fire steel twice — crack! — paper fragments and wood shavings caught the flame, igniting and heating the charcoal until it glowed red.
Chen Yi carefully fanned the flame, guarding the burning charcoal.
"Is the brazier lit yet?"
"Not yet."
"Oh."
