Before long, the Empress heard the urgent footsteps outside and turned to look at the door, only to see a tall, erect figure slowly approaching.
Second Prince Pei Chengye, clad in a bright yellow brocade robe embroidered with golden auspicious clouds, walked with a straight posture.
He looked up at the woman seated at the head and slightly curved his thin lips, his gentle voice emanating from his mouth, "This son pays respect to mother."
"Dispense with the formalities."
"Thank you, Mother."
"Cheng'er, you must perform well at your father the Emperor's birthday feast this time, and you absolutely must not let anyone steal the limelight," the Empress said earnestly.
"Mother, this son understands," Pei Chengye bowed his head, concealing the peculiar look in his eyes.
"Since you understand, you must know not to let Pei Huaian continue his arrogance; otherwise, the consequences will be endless."
