The following day, nearing noon, Huai Shi finally opened his eyes and saw the indifferent face of the Qing Emperor looming over him.
She was standing right in front of him, looking down at him.
The current Qing Emperor looked quite old, her face covered with wrinkles. What surprised Huai Shi, however, was how short her full head of graying hair was, each strand as stiff and sharp as a needle.
Gone were the warmth and grace.
When her pitch-black eyes looked down at him, they brimmed with immense authority and a chilling solemnity that made onlookers tremble with fear.
Thus, as she coldly scrutinized the little brat who had taken over her rocking chair, she suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Aren't you afraid I would get angry, Little Brat?" she asked. "This is Yu Dai Shan. You refuse an offered toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, and you dare to offend me so—even the Astronomical Society wouldn't be so presumptuous, would they?"
