Evening.

Meng Qingzhou had prepared dinner in advance, keeping it warm in the pot, and was now lying on a rocking chair, admiring the sunset.

Not long ago, Wu Die had hurriedly left, afraid of encountering the Empress again. Before she left, she asked a question that made Meng Qingzhou ponder deeply.

She asked, "Mr. Meng, do you know the Empress' husband? It's quite a coincidence that you share the same surname and are both deeply favored by the Empress."