Chapter 237: Dresses for the Living... and the Dead The afternoon sun spread a soft golden glow across the Empress’s chamber. Outside the courtyard, winter wind rustled through the bare branches, but inside the room the atmosphere was warm and lively.
Lian An sat comfortably on a cushioned chair near the window. A blanket covered her legs, and the herbal medicine the healer had ordered rested on the small table beside her.
Across from her floated the three familiar figures who had refused to leave her side since she woke up.
Wei Rong leaned lazily against one of the pillars, arms crossed like a bored general watching soldiers drill.
Li Shen hovered beside the bookcase, pretending to read one of the scrolls but clearly listening to every word.
Fen Yu floated upside down from the ceiling beam, swinging her ghostly legs back and forth.
Lian An rubbed her temples.
"Why are you upside down?"
Fen Yu blinked innocently.
"It helps my blood flow."
"You don’t even have blood."
Fen Yu paused.
"...That’s not the point."
Wei Rong snorted.
Li Shen hid a smile behind his sleeve.
Lian An sighed.
Ever since she woke up, the three ghosts had refused to leave her alone even for a moment.
She had barely finished speaking when Fen Yu suddenly floated down closer to her face.
"So."
"What?"
Lian An asked suspiciously.
"When is the wedding?"
"Soon."
Lian An replied.
"My cousin Lian Rou is getting married in a few days."
Fen Yu clapped her hands excitedly.
"A wedding!"
Wei Rong raised an eyebrow.
"What’s so exciting about that?"
Fen Yu glared at him.
"Food!"
Li Shen nodded thoughtfully.
"Weddings usually involve large banquets."
Fen Yu turned back to Lian An with shining eyes.
"You promised we could try new dishes."
Lian An shook her head with a small laugh.
"You ghosts only think about eating."
"Of course."
Fen Yu said proudly.
"We died young."
"We must enjoy the afterlife."
Wei Rong looked offended.
"I died in battle."
Li Shen coughed politely.
"And I died from overwork."
Fen Yu waved them away.
"That’s not the point."
Lian An chuckled softly.
Her quiet moment with them was suddenly interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.
"Your Majesty?"