A flash of lightning streaked across the horizon, followed by the rumbling of thunder.
Princess Rouwan was alone in her bedroom, carefully folding clothes.
The doors and windows were shut tight. With no lamps lit, the room was very dim.
It wasn't until Nanny Zhang came in and lit the candlestick that the room brightened a little.
She saw the Commandery Princess folding clothes again and couldn't help but sigh.
For the past six years, the thing the Commandery Princess did most often was fold clothes.
She would take out the clothes Duke Zhen used to wear and fold them piece by piece. Then she would put them back in the wardrobe, only to take them out again after a while and refold them in an endless cycle.
No matter how others tried to persuade her, it was useless. She was completely immersed in her own world.
Nanny Zhang reminded her gently, "Commandery Princess, it's time for lunch."
Princess Rouwan smoothed out a tiny wrinkle on the garment, replying without looking up.
