Xiang Ying watched as box after box of gifts was carried into the palace.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror, coldly eyeing the chief palace maid leading the entourage.
"Go back and tell the Empress that I disagree with this betrothal. If she doesn't want to be smothered in her sleep, take these things back, or I'll make good on my word."
The chief palace maid's face paused, a chilly glint crossing her eyes.
This Xiang Ying was truly audacious, even daring to criticize the Empress?
"Princess Xiang Ying, the Empress has already issued a Phoenix Decree on this matter. Now with the Emperor ill, the Empress is ruling from behind the curtain; her will is akin to the imperial edict, so it cannot be changed."
"Even if you disagree, it doesn't matter. Her Majesty said that it's fine if you don't agree with the betrothal, because the matter can be settled without your presence."
Having said her piece, the chief palace maid then took her leave.
