The golden brick floor in the main hall of Shen Mansion was so cold that it penetrated the bones. Shen Zhiyi, who was kneeling on it, felt that his knees no longer belonged to him.
The heavy scent of camphor wood mixed with the cold rosin that his father, Shen Mingzhang, used to wear, made people breathless.
Behind the red sandalwood screen, one can vaguely see the shadow of stepmother Wang's pomegranate red body with golden coats all over the ground, like a pool of solidified blood.
"... I am a daughter of the Shen family who is well-informed, has a gentle and kind temperament, and is endowed with grace and wisdom... She is specially designated as a talented person. She will enter the palace in three days to celebrate your majesty's happiness and bring peace to the country."
The voice of the eunuch Li Dequan, the deputy chief eunuch beside the emperor, was neither high nor low, with no waves, but each word was like a small hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone in the hall accurately.
Happy.
Shen Zhiyi's tongue ran over these two words silently, feeling a bit rusty.
