Setting aside Di Bi's status as an old ancestor, if we could draw closer to her, our branch of the imperial family would be as steady as an old dog, and we definitely wouldn't be driven into dire straits.
Most importantly, the old ancestor was personally providing a dowry. Could a gift from Great Luotian possibly be light? Even if it meant scraping off several layers of our skin, the imperial family's meager foundation was nothing compared to a breath from the old ancestor.
Add in the gifts from the other imperial families, given out of respect for the old ancestor, and this was practically a heaven-sent boon. Forget marrying off a daughter—even the Empress herself could no longer afford to be reserved.
Di Mei was determined to get her way. Her eyes red, she said, "Imperial Aunt! Can't you stand up for your niece? Mei'er has already thrown away every scrap of face today. Even if you don't remember how shamelessly I fawned over you all these years, you should at least remember the relationship between my Imperial Father and you, right?"
"That hide of yours... How did it happen that your Imperial Father left the throne to a little rogue like you?" Di Bi clicked her tongue.
"Imperial Aunt! I heard about how the Heaven Clan was being so ungrateful, didn't I? Look, Mei'er is absolutely not an unreliable sort." Di Mei instantly teleported to Di Bi's feet, knelt down, and wrapped herself around her jade legs, cooing sweetly. From time to time, she even threw me a flirtatious glance, perfectly embodying what it meant to bask in favor beneath one's parent's knees.
*How did I become such a hot commodity? If Di Bi loses control, won't I end up taking all three generations—the old, the middle-aged, and