With Li Zhongxin's announcement, the hall suddenly became chaotic.
The Empress led Princess Changle out quickly, with her long skirt brushing against the blue bricks on the ground, making a rustling sound.
"Your Majesty, this concubine greets you."
"Changle pays respects to Uncle Emperor."
Emperor Jing extended his hand to support them lightly, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly.
The Empress, adept at observing words and expressions, keenly noticed her husband's unusual complexion. Thinking he was tired from court sessions, she signaled to a palace maid.
"What are you waiting for? Quickly bring the ice-chilled plum juice, and then instruct the Imperial Kitchen to prepare the meal. His Majesty will dine here today."
The palace maid bowed and turned to arrange the meal.
Princess Changle, with a gossiping face, approached Emperor Jing, telling him about last night's excitement in the city. Her eyes, lined with kohl, were large and bright.
