Seated beside the Empress Dowager was Zhao Junyao.
Despite the ongoing discord between mother and son.
Their display of deep familial affection in front of everyone was impressively convincing.
Watching this, Xia Ruqing couldn't help but mentally give them a thumbs up.
'Not bad! Truly the royal demeanor!'
Glancing around, she found it extremely dull.
In this grand hall with so many people, who wasn't wearing a mask?
Even she had to put on an act.
Despite detesting them, she couldn't even roll her eyes.
This type of occasion, she really couldn't grow to like.
She sighed.
She could only lower her head, trying to find something she liked to eat on the table.
If there was something, she'd have a bit, if not, perhaps just some soup.
What else could she do?
Soon after the banquet began, after a few cups of wine and some auspicious Mid-Autumn Festival words.
The Empress Dowager waved her hand, signaling the opera troupe to begin.
