The two walked into the main hall one after the other.
Eunuch Sanbao promptly served them tea.
Winter had already set in, and the residences of the concubines in the palace were all equipped with braziers. In Yutang Palace, not only was there not a brazier, but even a spark was nowhere to be seen. Zhao Xi's sleeping quarters were decorated in cold tones, and as soon as Song Yuanbao entered, he shrank his hands and feet from the cold, clutching the hot tea handed to him by Eunuch Sanbao and refusing to let go.
Zhao Xi gave him a sideways glance, "With your physique, how did you manage before?"
Last winter, he was the same, demanding a brazier as soon as winter started.
At that time, because he had just arrived, Zhao Xi indulged him. This year, there would be no such concessions.
Song Yuanbao argued, "Our family never had so many rules. Besides, my parents and grandparents all doted on me. Back at home, they wouldn't let me suffer, naturally doing whatever was comfortable."
