Before anyone noticed, winter had quietly arrived. The seasons had turned, and the cold had deepened day by day.
Inside the imperial palace, Yalveth gazed at the bubbling hot pot before her, her expression slightly dazed.
She had known about hot pot for a long time. In fact, ever since coming to Great Zhou, she had lost count of how many times she had eaten it.
But after winter arrived, as the weather grew colder and colder, the allure of hot pot continued to climb—so much so that it had practically doubled!
Before today, Yalveth had never imagined that winter could be lived through in such comfort.
After all, winters in Mistila City were bitterly cold. At their harshest, temperatures could plunge to twenty or thirty degrees below zero.
In that land, ordinary human nations lost countless people to the cold every winter. Fortunately, the Female Warrior Tribe possessed demigod blood and had stronger physiques than ordinary humans, allowing them to survive in such brutal climates.
This had originally been something the Female Warrior Tribe took pride in.
But now, as she looked at the hot pot before her and felt the warmth indoors, then recalled the winters they had endured in the past, how could Yalveth's feelings at this moment be anything less than complicated?
After comfortably finishing dinner, the female warriors under her command quickly cleared away the tableware and placed it at the courtyard entrance. Servants would come by later to collect it.
Ever since she became pregnant, partly to let her rest and protect the fetus, and partly because Zhou Xu wanted to avoid bringing himself unnecessary trouble once the news spread, Yalveth had been staying obediently in her own courtyard and rarely showing herself.
To outsiders, they simply said that she had been unable to