"It's ugly." the Empress Dowager Zhuang shook her head.
Zhuang Yuexi was slightly startled; this was her prettiest dress, and both her mother and servants said it was nicer than the plain robe.
However, to please the empress dowager, Zhuang Yuexi switched back to the plain robe.
The empress dowager softened her eyes and facial expressions after the change.
She wasn't sure whether it was an illusion, but it seemed like the empress dowager was looking at her, or rather, was looking through her at someone else.
That afternoon, it was the day for a follow-up check-up on the emperor at the Imperial Palace.
Last time the emperor had dyspnea, he held out and attended court, but once he returned to Huaqing Palace he collapsed. Luckily, Gu Jiao left him some medicine. The medicine had finished today, and the eunuch Wei came knocking on the door.