Time flew by like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, with a grand palace feast.

　　I came with your consort, and I finally saw the rumored queen.

　　She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bright eyes and a beautiful appearance, but her face was mostly devoid of expression.

　　Compared to the heavily dressed Empress, she didn't lose in momentum.

　　Of course, no matter how young she was, she was the legitimate daughter carefully cultivated by a prestigious family.

　　How could she lose to a foreign woman? But I don't blame me for seeing it only at this time, only because since your consort entered the palace, Pei Qi has exempted her from the rule of going to see the queen every day.

　　And the Empress? She had never stepped out of her palace gate.

　　She either went to the Empress Dowager's place or stayed in her own palace every day, afraid that people would remember her and completely devoid of presence.

　　Of course, there were also the wives of various ministers who came to the New Year's Eve feast.

　　As I passed by, I heard a lot of playful voices: "It's pitiful, she's already a widow." "The child is only sixteen, and he's the only one." "The Emperor has pardoned him, and he has already bestowed a noble title.

　　Death in battle was unavoidable."