Marry His Daughter to Prince Qi

Time slipped quietly by, and at last the Empress’s birthday arrived.

An imperial birthday celebration was naturally unlike an ordinary one. The preparations were numerous and complicated, and it was not until sunset, after half a day of hectic work, that the palace maids and eunuchs began ushering the officials to their seats.

The Emperor had proposed celebrating with the people, so all officials and their families in the capital were invited to the Empress’s birthday banquet, adding to the festivities.

Each table could seat two people and was laden with fruit from neighboring kingdoms and famous dishes from the kingdom. Most importantly, there was royal wine from the Emperor’s private collection—the late Emperor’s most treasured liquor. Everyone would get some tonight.

The guests exchanged glances, understanding perfectly well that the Emperor truly doted on the Empress. He was practically letting her do whatever she pleased.

Meng Siyu gritted her teeth, a vicious glint passing through her eyes. Just wait—she’d see how much longer the Empress could swagger around.

“The Emperor and Empress have arrived!”

“We greet Your Majesties and offer our congratulations!”

“Everyone, rise.”

Only after paying their respects did the guests look up, their gazes inevitably sneaking toward the Empress...