He had never been this mortified even on the battlefield, yet today he had been caught in the act.
Zhou Yunshen awkwardly changed the subject. "The Empress Dowager's birthday is in seven days. Envoys from every nation will be coming to celebrate this grand occasion. Stay close to me and don't wander too far. I'm afraid some fool who doesn't know better might upset you."
"Husband, you're underestimating me a little. Your wife might not dare boast about anything else, but when it comes to infuriating people, I'm first-rate. Tell me who you don't like, and I can even help you get back at them."
"Really? My wife is so dependable!"
Zhou Yunshen rubbed her head with his large hand... Her hair is so silky...
Seven days later, on the Empress Dowager's birthday, she was dragged out from beneath her covers to bathe and dress before dawn had even broken.
After all the dressing and grooming, there was still incense to burn and her nails to do.
Jiang Shuyue was groggy, her head drooping over and over as Little Peach led a group of maids in getting her ready.
Seeing her head about to nod down again, Little Peach grabbed her bun and hauled it up, then stuffed another cake into her mouth.
Jiang Shuyue said, "Little Peach, are you trying to murder your mistress? That's the third cake already. If you want me dead, just say so. Don't use this slow method of choking me to death. It's miserable."
"Miss, you're talking nonsense again. It's only the fifth watch. We'll be entering the palace in another four hours, so you must eat your fill while you're still home. Once we're inside, you won't have another chance."
"How is that possible? It's the Empress Dowager's birthday. Surely there'll be a