More than half a month passed quietly in the blink of an eye. During these three weeks and a few days, Yuling remained confined within Zhaode Hall, unable to step outside even for a single step. Although Zhao Lanzhi came to visit and keep her company every two or three days—occasionally chatting, drinking tea, and playing with the Imperial Princess—she could not help feeling depressed inside.
Given her nature, which was accustomed to freedom, no matter how expansive Zhaode Hall might be, it was ultimately just a tiny enclosure. How could it compare to her past lifestyle of traveling far and wide, carefree and unfettered?
Another day of endless, torrential rain finally drove her past her limit. She hoisted an aging, yellowed oil-paper umbrella painted with indigo orchid patterns, hastily threw a soft apricot-colored silk coat over her thin, dark, glossy gauze skirt, and went alone to the stone bridge by the Rear Garden.
Chapter 47