The Empress Dowager's expression visibly darkened.
Jiang Shuyue was too busy enjoying the gossip to notice the kaleidoscope of expressions around her.
Jiang Shuyue: "Now that sounds juicy. Hurry up and tell me-what kind of melodramatic love triangle was it?"
Huahua: "This love triangle might be a little different from what you're imagining. Put simply, she loved him, he loved him, and he loved her."
What the heck?
Jiang Shuyue tilted her head.
Suddenly, she felt as though Huahua had become cultured. She could barely keep up with the speed of Huahua's evolution.
"When the Empress Dowager was young, she once escaped from an enemy country and fainted in the snowy mountains on her way back. When she woke up, she found Count Yungui beside her, assumed he had saved her, and secretly gave him her heart."
Jiang Shuyue instantly lost interest.
"Let me guess. The person who actually saved her was the Late Emperor. The Empress Dowager mistook someone else for her savior and entered the palace unwillingly. The Late Emperor poured his heart and soul into loving her, but she barely acknowledged him, keeping her feelings for the count buried in her heart. Maybe she even conceived His Majesty with the Late Emperor without realizing it, which was why she resented her eldest son more."
Huahua: "Pretty much. That day was also a birthday celebration. Count Yungui brought his new bride to pay his respects, and the Empress Dowager accidentally drank too much. Then she and the emperor... that part would get censored if it aired. Just use your imagination."
Jiang Shuyue wasn't curious about that, either. Who hadn't experienced it? Only the moves and the duration differed; everything else was the same.
Jiang Shuyue: "I'm not curious in the slightest. But this gossip isn't all that great.