It was deep into the night, yet the lights in the Imperial Study Room were still on.
Han Zhao had already reminded twice, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should rest early! Don't wear yourself out."
Inside the room, a ground dragon furnace burned, and several pots of charcoal fire were placed.
The warm glow of the fire made this winter day feel like a mild day in early spring.
Emperor Yue lowered his eyes to look at the documents on the table, which were the case materials submitted by Dali Temple concerning Wei Jin.
The final judgment at the bottom was still blank, waiting for him to personally make a conclusion.
Emperor Yue looked at the firelight in the room and suddenly remembered that Wei Jin seemed to have been born on such a cold day as well.
At that time, the Virtuous Consort had been in labor for two days and two nights and was already gasping for air.
The Imperial Physician stepped forward to ask: Whether to save the mother or the child.
