Chapter 311: Chapter 311: The Delightful Distress_1

The silvery-white figure was as steadfast as a pine or cypress tree.

After the young man left, the Emperor sighed, "Weiwei's death anniversary is near."

He wasn't even sure if his son had returned because of his feigned illness or because of his mother's death anniversary.

The eunuchs approached to ask for the details of the arrangements needed for the anniversary.

Originally, there were set standards for these formalities, which didn't require consulting the Emperor.

If it were someone else who had died, it surely would have followed that logic.

But this was the Imperial Noble Consort.

The Imperial Noble Consort, who was deeply favored by the Emperor.

The Emperor simply raised a few of the standards and let the eunuchs take care of the rest.

With discernment, the eunuch stepped back.

It has been a year.

The Imperial Noble Consort had been dead for a year.

Apparently, the Emperor hadn't let go of her yet.

Or maybe he could never let go in his entire life.