In winter, night fell quickly, and the food sent to Kunning Palace was still cold and hard.
The trusted Palace Matron of Empress Song brought the food box into the bedchamber and saw Empress Song standing and copying scriptures, feeling a pang in her heart.
"Your Majesty, the meal has arrived." The Palace Matron placed the food box on the small table beside the charcoal brazier, thinking that it might at least become somewhat warm.
Empress Song walked over and took a look, her face instantly darkened. The vegetable leaves were all dry, interspersed with a few thin shreds of meat, and when she used chopsticks to poke at the coarse flour bun, it was so hard they couldn't penetrate.
Crash.
Empress Song threw the food to the ground in anger: "These fools, they go too far."
She was merely under house arrest, but as the days passed, the Emperor showed no intention of lifting the restriction, and the meals they sent became increasingly worse.
