A-Zhao sat at home alone for half the day, pacing back and forth in the study, occasionally browsing the books on the shelves or practicing her calligraphy.
She did not know since when she had stopped knowing what to do during her days off. Perhaps she had been infected by Qian Zhao; having grown used to official duties, she no longer knew how to play or amuse herself.
As she pondered, seeing that the day was growing dim, she decided she might as well return to the palace before the city gates were locked.
Chapter 122