若逢春日晴光好

On the day Rong Qi ascended to the throne, a group of people were driven out of the palace.

There were disobedient palace maids and elderly servants.

I looked at the eunuch and said:

“Gonggong, do I have to leave too?”

The eunuch and I were old acquaintances, and he seemed somewhat troubled:

“His Majesty said it doesn’t matter for others, but Gugu Feng, you definitely have to leave.”

I nodded in understanding and packed up my bundle.

As I glanced back at the palace walls through the fine snow, I suddenly remembered the nine-year-old Rong Qi, who had tightly grasped the sleeve of my garment:

“Sister, you must never, ever leave Rong Qi.”