On the day Pei Rongqi ascended the throne, a number of people were driven out of the palace.
Some were restless young maids; others were aging servants.
I looked at the eunuch and asked a rather presumptuous question.
“Eunuch Chen, must I leave too?”
We had known each other for years, and he looked a little troubled.
“His Majesty said it makes no difference whether the others go, Aunt Feng, but you must leave.”
I nodded in understanding and packed my things.
Looking back at the palace walls through the fine snow, I suddenly remembered Rongqi at nine, clutching my sleeve with all his strength.
“Sister, you must never, ever leave Rongqi.”