In the early spring of the second year of Tianqi, the snow in Yongning City has not yet melted.
When Princess Yuzhen pushed open the side door of Zichen Palace, the soles of her boots made a soft sound as they ran over the newly laid Western Regions tapestry. The candlelight in the hall was bright, and she saw Xie Yunshang crouching in front of the case, the purple hair in his hand hanging just above the memorial, and the ink was about to fall.
"It's so late and you're still here reviewing memorials?" Yuzhen took off his fox fur and handed it to the maid behind him.
Xie Yunshang did not raise her head, and finally lowered her pen tip: "Your Majesty will read it tomorrow. Princess, is there something urgent about entering the palace at this time?"
Yuzhen came closer and caught a glimpse of the elegant running script on the memorial, which was densely covered with cinnabar small regular script. She suddenly laughed, took out a silk book from her sleeve, and gently pushed it to the desk.
"Zhou proposed to the emperor yesterday that he should set up a new branch in Dongdu to take charge of water transportation in Henan Province."
Xie Yunshang's pen tip paused, and a drop of cinnabar spread beside the word "quasi", like blood.
The watch outside the palace was leaking until the third watch. The candlelight danced, casting the shadows of the two women on the screen painted with the Classic of Mountains and Seas, entangled and intertwined, just like their inseparable fate.
