"Wanwan, do you think I shouldn't wear it tomorrow?"

"You're so silly. This dress was personally bestowed upon you by Empress Ru. If you don't wear it, wouldn't that be disrespectful to her?"

“But,” Qin Miaomiao said worriedly, “won’t the Empress Ru harm me?”

"You are now a royal heir. Who would dare to harm you? Even if they really wanted to, they wouldn't do it so openly. It's just a piece of clothing. Don't be so paranoid."

"I think Mi Shan is going to perform magic with Consort Yu on stage tomorrow."

"She's probably trying to intimidate you because she's afraid you'll look too good and steal her thunder."

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Spring flower feast.

Night, the lights are bright, and the flowers sway.

The royal nobles sat around under the flowering trees, chatting and laughing.

A pink petal fell into Mi Shan's teacup, swirling quietly.

"The Empress Dowager has arrived!"

"The Emperor and Empress have arrived!"

As announced by the eunuch, an elderly man with a full head of white hair and a vigorous spirit, supported by the emperor and empress, slowly ascended the stage and took his seat in a high position.

"Rise, all of you."

The Empress Dowager's voice was hoarse and sounded very old. Her fingers were withered and dry. She leaned on a dragon-headed cane and wore an emerald thumb ring on her thumb.

I heard that she was in poor health; she was not even seventy years old, yet she already had great difficulty moving around, so she didn't like to get involved in things.

Nowadays, people need help to get around.

His eyes were like dried-up, lifeless well water, unfathomable and dull.

He slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.

When his gaze fell on Mi Shan, he suddenly shuddered and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"You, you are... Come forward and let me see you."

Who is the Empress Dowager calling?

Mi Shan was stunned, then looked up.

He could see that the Empress Dowager's withered hand was trembling, and she was pointing excitedly at him.