Seeing that Molan looked unhappy, the older maid pretended to clean Molan with a handkerchief, but was slapped by Molan.
With a loud slap, the older maiden was hit hard on the back of her hand. Although she was old and there wouldn't be an immediate red mark, it still hurt.
Molan glared at the palace maid whom she didn't want to bring with her at all, but no one listened to her. It seemed that this palace maid wanted to stay by her side forever.
The older maid bowed with a submissive look on her face and said, "Princess, your servant..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Molan, who directly ordered: "Guo'er, Li'er, come and serve."
Molan had changed the names of the two young maids. During her first rebirth, the two servants who cared deeply about her were called these names. She didn't know if they were still in Yuyang. If there was a chance in the future, Molan wanted to bring them to her side.
The two young maids rushed forward to help, but the wedding dress was so dirty that they couldn't handle it properly. Li'er sent a distress signal to the older maid, but the older maid pretended not to see it.
The strong wind seemed to be deliberately making Molan vomit. When Molan started to vomit, the wind disappeared in an instant.
After cleaning for a while, there was really no time left, so Molan said with a stiff upper lip, "Move the sedan."
The two young palace maids looked at each other, then one of them lowered the curtain of the sedan chair, and then the two returned to their previous positions.
The older maid glanced at Molan's current attire, and she felt even happier. Her steps quickened, and she looked forward to her future trip to Sichuan and Yunnan. She didn't notice Molan's last glance before the curtain of the sedan chair was lowered, staring in her direction, as if she were dead.
"Get off the sedan chair!" The leading eunuch reported from outside.
The sedan chair landed, and Molan picked up her feather fan to shield her face. The curtains were quickly lifted, and two young palace maids, one on each side, helped Molan down. The closer they were, the more unpleasant the odor became. Guo'er, stifling a dry heave, nearly increased the force of her grip. Fortunately, the eunuch began shrilly announcing the procedure for kneeling, which allowed Guo'er to apply more force.
The kneeling ceremony ended quickly. Molan peeked up from the edge of her feather fan and was immediately struck by how handsome the new emperor was. In her previous life, Molan had thought that Brother Yuanruo was the most handsome, but now she didn't think so. The new emperor had a more masculine aura than Brother Yuanruo, and he had the dignity of a high-ranking official.
Perhaps because she had been staring for too long, the new emperor's gaze swept over her, and Molan quickly lowered her head to listen to the Ministry of Rites' congratulatory speech. After kneeling for about two quarters of an hour, the ceremony was finally completed.
The new emperor said in a loud voice: "Eighth sister, stand up."
Even her voice was so pleasant. If, if I were reborn as the daughter of a high-ranking official, would I be able to find a way to enter the palace? Molan thanked him while thinking about all sorts of things. It was not until she was helped up by the palace maid that she remembered her miserable life.
Before she could cover herself, the eunuch Wu, who was beside the new emperor, came over with a cloak. After handing the cloak to the maid, he said, "Princess, the weather is still very cold. You must take care of yourself."
Molan nodded, looked at the new emperor gratefully, put on her cloak, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
If Molan hadn't been suppressing her emotions, she knew her cheeks would have turned red by now.
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