Night had already deepened when the Emperor turned his steps toward the Dowager Empress's courtyard.
The palace lamps glowed softly, casting long shadows across the stone paths. Everything looked peaceful on the surface, yet the Emperor felt a persistent unease—like something unseen was watching from behind the walls.
Inside the courtyard, the atmosphere was calm but restrained.
The Dowager Empress sat upright on her couch, wrapped in a light shawl. Her color had returned, and her breathing was steady. Beside her, Lady Chen personally poured tea, her movements gentle and attentive, as if afraid even a careless sound might disturb the fragile balance of the night.
When the Emperor entered, both women looked up.
"You've come, Your Majesty," Lady Chen said softly.
The Emperor nodded and stepped closer. "Mother, are you feeling better?"
