Chapter 1.4 (2/2)
Regardless of how strong a person is, they would be unable to bear such a thing!
The imperial consort reached out her hands to smooth out her son’s hair, smiling warmly, kindly as she said, “MOther is fine, mother is fine, I’m just glad you’re here. As long as my son is here, no one can hurt me.”
Mother Zhang, seeing the kindness on her mistress’ hair, could not resist wiping the teardrops at the edges ofher eyes; then, thinking of what strife there must be within the village, quickly straightened herself and found the head of the guard, arranging to send the girls who had been half-scared to death back to rest.
YUn Ge, worried for so long, upon hearing that she could now rest, happily followed the soldiers away, oblivious to the two eyes staring at her meaningfully from behind.
Returning to her own little courtyard, the soldiers checked to make sure no bandits had found their way in, and then left.
Yun Ge really wanted to just collapse on the bed and take a big nap, but she still could not help boiling a pot of water to wash up. Lying wrapped in her warm blankets, Yun Ge managed to enter a discussion with Zhou Gong (???a reference to some type of Sandman, maybe?) and slept dreamlessly until noon.
A petty servant can sleep peacefully, a person of higher standing does not have that sort of luxury.
After guiding his mother to rest, Zhao Jianshen immediately had his subordinates relate the events of the day.
Because only the southern cloister could be considered relatively whole, compared to the rest of the palace, Zhao Shenjian used the library in the southern cloister as a temporary office.
After listening to the soldiers report on how the soldiers had been injured, questioning fabout the circ.u.mstances, Zhao Jianshen surddenly furrowed his brow and asked Mother ZHang (who had just entered), “Do people come to read books here often?”
Mother Zhang froze and followed Zhao Jianshen’s gaze, and saw a book (a.n.a.lysis on Agriculture/Plowing) by the window, and apologetically said, “I’m sorry, I forgot to clean up; this is something that Miss Yun Ge likes to read.”
The prince smiled lightly. “Mother Zhang, doon’t worry, today’s incidence must have tired you.”
Moter Zhang bowed her head, glad that the prince could appreciate her labor.
“Yun Ge? Was she that girl who saved mother today?” Zhao Jianshen gently drummed his fingers against the wooden table, still looking at the book.
This girl’s interest in books was really a little too weird.
Mother Zhang took the book (already at least read through by at least half) and found that there was another book underneath it, this one on the proper etiquette for young ladies. Zhao Jianshen rifled through the books, and found among the pages a small sheet with a strange, roughly drawn face, sticking out its tongue in a quite comical fas.h.i.+on.
Mother Zhang also saw the picture, and her lips curled unconsciously in a smile.
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