"Princess, you're awake?" Her personal nanny came in carrying a copper basin. Seeing her sit up, she hurriedly set the basin down and went to support her. "Did you have a nightmare last night? You called out 'Mother' several times, and your forehead was covered in sweat."
Mother?
Zhao Lingxi stiffly turned her head to look out the window. The crabapple trees in the courtyard were in full bloom, their pink and white petals scattered across the ground. She remembered that her mother, the empress, had planted this tree herself on her sixteenth birthday. Who would have thought that Princess Tian would be reborn again?
