The wedding day arrived as scheduled.
Mingshu was fortunate to experience firsthand the feeling of being hoisted out of bed by Yun Zhi and Yao Yue before dawn.
When she was Ghost, she didn't feel tired, but now that she was truly human, Mingshu could only yawn incessantly as a group of people served her, dressing her in the Phoenix Robe with its three inner and three outer layers, wrapping her up like a rice dumpling.
Then she was pressed to sit down, and the motherly makeup artist fussed over her face.
Actually, it wasn't much of a fuss.
The makeup artist said with a face full of awe, "The Empress really gave birth to a beauty, this skin is so dewy, hardly needing any makeup."
Another makeup artist chided her, "Ah, what makeup can compare to the Empress's natural beauty?"
The palace attendants nearby also chimed in with their celebratory remarks.
Mingshu, despite feeling very sleepy, could only muster a polite smile to deal with them.