The time has come to October of the Third Year of Zhenghe.
At Weiyang Palace, the sound of hitting horses echoed continuously.
Wu Mi, Han Anniang, Yi Shiyin, Song Min, Xia Zhiqing, and Xia Zhining sat together like a group of beautiful birds, playing a game of hitting horses.
Nowadays, the world is at peace, Great Wei has no war, and the governance of the country is in the hands of Your Majesty and the ministers, so the concubines in the harem need not worry. Moreover, in recent months, Your Majesty has been preoccupied with Nalan Yiren, and the children are busy with their studies at the academy. This leads to them having plenty of leisure time, only to rely on such entertainment to pass the time.
Yet playing every day eventually becomes a bit dull.
Xia Zhining held the dice, but her thoughts were not on the game, and she occasionally glanced out the window.
