Sweat trickled down from her ears, and when it reached her neck, it tickled unbearably, and she couldn't help but shake her already stiff neck.
"Please observe proper etiquette, Princess. Do not move recklessly, as losing the face of Dayong is not something you can afford to bear!"
The stern and cold reprimand came from the Sister who was serving behind her, like the eyes of a snake. Halfway through moving her neck, Cheng Yuexiu froze instantly, not even daring to return it to its original position, standing there in an awkward and uncomfortable posture.
Her neck was stiff, and she was already exhausted, yet Cheng Yuexiu had to maintain a dignified and calm demeanor while watching He Lienuo and the Old Emperor exchange pleasantries, hoping they would finish this dull conversation quickly, and a cool breeze would come to blow away the sweat on her neck and head.
Her heart was filled with bitter thoughts, yet Cheng Yuexiu's eyes were not idle.
