That night, Madam Sun's lamp remained lit throughout.
"Have you really thought it through?"
The mother and daughter engaged in deep conversation, worry ever-present in Madam Sun's furrowed brows, her fingers ceaselessly playing with a string of beads.
Yan Wanqing observed her mother's flawless, porcelain-white beads being passed one by one in her hands.
After a long while, she touched her belly and nodded, "I do not wish to have regrets."
"But that's the Imperial Family we're talking about. Do you understand the dangers of entering the harem alone? Your sister, Sun Lianyi, nearly lost her life giving birth to the Prince. It was only by the grace of heaven that she dodged those calamities, and now you too want to enter the Palace... In the past, we finally distanced ourselves from those conflicts, my daughter, Wanqing... Since you were young, you've always had plenty of ideas, but as a mother, I truly do not wish for you to face the immense dangers of that harem alone!"
