Inside Yangxin Hall, wisps of faint blue smoke rose from the gilded bronze censer, mingling scents of agarwood and medicinal herbs as they slowly drifted through the hall.
Outside, the rain had stopped at some unknown hour. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across the golden brick floor.
Fu Yingzhi was about to take her leave when, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and bowed deeply once more before the Emperor on his throne.
Chapter 117