It’s a Clown’s Performance, not a Talent Show

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Consort Duan chimed in.

“My niece prepared a water sleeve dance six months ago and wanted to perform it for Your Majesty and the Queen Dowager!”

“Then Mother and I will enjoy it today!”

The Emperor turned to the Queen Dowager, seemingly seeking her opinion.

The Queen Dowager simply smiled and nodded without saying much.

Cheng Zhen, sitting beside Hua Qianqian, nudged her with her elbow.

“See? I was right! It’s the same every year. It’s really hard for the Emperor to come up with an opening remark every year.”

Hua Qianqian suppressed her laughter and whispered, “You, daring to make fun of the Emperor. You’re quite audacious!”

“I’m just telling the truth!”

Cheng Zhen stuck out her tongue and glanced around.

“I wonder whose daughter will perform this year!”

As Cheng Zhen spoke, her gaze fell on an empty seat next to the Emperor.