After Lian Hua sipped on the sour plum and honey dew, Xu Zhaoyi eagerly pulled her aside, letting Ming Jing redo her hair bun. Before it was even finished, she started calling her a little fairy, making Lian Hua break into a beaming smile.
Xu Zhaoyi looked at the silk flowers in Lian Hua's hair, endlessly complimenting her nimble hands and how pretty she looked with them, making her appear fresh and tender—far better than those heavy gemstone hairpins.
Lian Hua felt delighted upon hearing this and happily looked at herself in the mirror. Indeed, she looked beautiful.
Sister Zhaoyi didn't deceive her, Auntie Ming Jing was truly skilled, her hairdressing technique was much better than her own, and it matched perfectly with the dress His Majesty had made for her.
Satisfied, she took one last look in the mirror before standing up to take her leave.
In Canglan Court, the Emperor waited anxiously in the Side Hall, growing increasingly restless and agitated.