He stooped and walked towards the stove. The ancient piece of wood was as bright as new for a while, and there were only a few words vaguely engraved on it: Jingxi, Sheng'an, Empress Li's position.
The little eunuch was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked at the tall and desolate figure in front of the window in disbelief. He smoothed the rice paper in his hand and saw that it read: Yuan Chongzong respects the position of Empress Ci Li.
Intention: Cherish