Behind the beaded curtain, Empress Dowager Xia of Da Xia was leaning on the phoenix chair, supporting her forehead with her hand, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, as if resting.
Beside her, a palace maiden stood by, reading the memos with expressive intonations.
When key points were reached, she would interject a few words. On the side, there was a desk, in front of which sat another palace maiden, swiftly jotting down notes.
After handling political affairs for many years, she could now navigate with ease, just like the previous emperor. The hidden personal agendas behind the court officials' veiled expressions of public intent were clear to her with just a glance. When she spoke, she hit the nail on the head.
The affairs of state were dealt with one by one, like a stream flowing past a cup.
The national strength accumulated over these thirty-two years of Da Xia still made her feel powerful.
The future is still long, she thought.
