August weather is at its most scorching, but even hotter than the weather are the women of the inner court, who are as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
After Ning Wanwan merely begged for mercy a little, she was immediately restored to favor. How else could one say that the Emperor's emotions are inscrutable, and that he turns his face faster than turning a book?
Ning Wanwan returned to the familiar Ruyi Palace. The amenities inside were as luxurious and exquisite as ever; everything was steeped in the scent of money.
Chapter 48