Inside Count Jingwen's Estate, it was another sultry, rainy day. Outside the window, rain drizzled incessantly.
Count Jingwen sat upright in the seat of honor, slowly recounting matters from the imperial court. As he finished, the expressions on the faces of those present varied.
Concubine An’s hand jerked, causing her teacup to tremble and spill a few drops of tea. Her voice wavered. "Isn't Prince Jing...?"
Chapter 87