"Empress, Aunt Mei and the others have returned, and they are now kneeling outside the hall." The senior palace maid finished inserting the last traditional hairpin into the Empress's cloud-like hairstyle before addressing her.
Feng Xuxu's movements in front of the bronze mirror paused slightly, she smiled, and elegantly stood up, walking out of the bedroom with her lotus steps.
The senior palace maid helped the Empress to sit at the Eight Immortals Table. Looking at the exquisite and appetizing meal, she began to eat with great pleasure, as if she had forgotten about the people kneeling outside.
Xuefei excitedly held the recently developed powder in her hand. She hadn't reached the entrance of Yangxin Hall when she saw from a distance that several aunts were kneeling on the ground, their bodies ramrod straight.
"Eh? Why are all of you kneeling here?"
