The Palace Banquet

"I'm up."

When Bai Shuang heard the reply, she pushed open the door and walked in. Aunt Zhao followed right behind her, holding the palace robe Su Ying was going to wear today.

Su Ying looked at the nearly ten layers of palace clothing, and the veins on her forehead throbbed. "If I skip wearing a few layers, no one would be able to tell, would they?"

Aunt Zhao said with a smile, "Your Highness, you can't do that. If you so much as wear one layer less, people will be able to tell."

Su Ying deliberately puffed out her belly, and Aunt Zhao felt helpless when she tried to bind her waist.

"When the other mistresses and young ladies are binding their waists, they always suck in their tummies with all their might. Yet Your Highness is the opposite. You can't wait to blow your stomach open."

Su Ying said, "Do it according to this size, or else I can forget about taking even a sip of water."