The Empress Dowager hadn't expected that once the performances began, they would be so hard to stop. That alluring Princess Consort Wei had finished her sword dance and completely outshone the Empress Dowager's own niece.
"Let's conclude today's performances here," she announced.
Li Yuzong glanced at Emperor Wu Su's expression. Gauging the imperial will was his duty.
With an appeasing smile, he said, "Empress Dowager, you still have one niece who has yet to perform."
Ji Qingwu took a sip of fruit wine, then picked up a piece of hibiscus cake. She had just raised it to her lips, about to take a bite, when she heard Mrs. Qiao give a light cough.
All eyes in the hall focused on her. She could only put the pastry down resentfully and lick her lips.
The sight of her annoyed the Empress Dowager.
