Duke Zhao Mansion.
By the time Zhao Shijie returned, the night was already deep.
The courtyard gate was unlocked. Two lanterns hung lonely under the eaves, casting a silent, desolate light. Aside from two old women on night watch, all the servants had already gone to bed.
But at least they had left the gate open for him.
Zhao Shijie gently pushed open the door to their room. He had just taken off his greatcloak when Chen Minrou, who had been sleeping fitfully in the inner chamber, was startled awake.
"Minzhi?"
"It's me,"
Zhao Shijie walked into the inner chamber. Knowing what she was worried about, he spoke before she could ask, "The child is fine, and the Crown Princess Consort is also well."
Chen Minrou let out a long sigh of relief.
Zhao Shijie heard this and chuckled. "Were you that worried?"
As he spoke, he undressed and was about to climb into bed.
