The dusk closed in, and the afterglow of the sunset streamed through the carved window lattice, casting a warm glow on the rosewood table and chairs in the courtyard.
When Zhao Zun and Han Lei stepped into the mansion side by side, the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen had already filled the entire front yard.
That day, because they brought disaster victims into the city, they did not return home but instead took the victims directly to the cement factory for settlement, only sending a trusted aide back to report safety.
Today, they finally found time to return home to visit the old madam.
The steward greeted them with a bow, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Prince, Princess Consort. The old madam has been waiting for you for a long time and specially asked the cook to make the dishes the Princess Consort loves to eat."
Upon hearing this, Han Lei's fatigue from days of busyness seemed to vanish, and a smile appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.
