I. The Empress's Chambers Are Vacant, the Emperor's Intentions Are Unpredictable. In the winter of the tenth year of Yongzheng's reign, the snow in the Forbidden City fell more heavily than in previous years. The red plum blossoms in Suiyu Pavilion were in full bloom. Yu Rao, wearing a dark blue silk cloak with gray squirrel fur trim, was squatting on the veranda feeding her caged white parrot. The parrot, seemingly intelligent, flapped its wings and cried out upon seeing her, "Miss Yu Rao, His Majesty has arrived—" Her fingertips trembled, and half a dish of millet spilled from the silver spoon. Before she could rise, the hem of a bright yellow robe came into view, and Xuan Ye's hand gently landed on her shoulder, carrying the warmth of ambergris: "I heard you've been avoiding me these past few days. Are you still resentful that I punished Yunxi?"