It was the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the year was drawing to a close.
Weimo had never been one for ostentation. Since taking up residence in the Renming Palace, she had excused the imperial concubines from their morning and evening greetings. Yet, at the first light of dawn today, footsteps echoed outside the hall. Su Wanzhao arrived, accompanied by five or six other concubines, as if they had all agreed to come and pay their respects together.
Weimo sat composed upon the main seat, her gaze sweeping calmly across them.
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