The next night, the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet.
In the morning, Bai Yuyue and Hanshuang had followed the Xiangxiang Bureau to the front of the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace. They stood far behind the maids and wished the Empress Dowager a long and prosperous life.
After being cautious along the way, I returned to the Xiangxiang Bureau and continued my day's work.
In the evening, Hanshuang asked cautiously: "Miss, is that okay?"
Bai Yuyue squinted her eyes and said lightly: "How do I know? It depends on luck."
"Ah?" Hanshuang's eyes widened, "How can this be child's play?"
"Luck is also a part of strength," Bai Yuyue said softly, "If I can't show off tonight, then I'll wait. If God doesn't bless me, what can I do?"
"What if the Queen Mother discovers the mystery and the steward aunt takes the credit?" Hanshuang was a little worried.
"Don't worry, I have asked He Xiang to transfer it to the noble Lord Tuoru. If this happens, please explain it to me first." Bai Yuyue said calmly.
"It turns out that Miss has arranged the whole thing a long time ago! Miss is really amazing!" Hanshuang couldn't help but admire her.
"It's nothing...it's just that I have more experience." Bai Yuyue said calmly.
"What experience?" Hanshuang asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, I read it in a book, I read it in a book." Bai Yuyueque quickly hesitated.
So the two of them stopped talking and looked at the sky silently.
In Cining Palace, the lights are brightly lit.
In the hall, there was singing and dancing.
His Majesty Cang Xilin sat in the second place.
Next to him, the middle-aged lady with a kind smile on the main seat was his mother, Queen Mother Mu.