Meanwhile, at the Empress Dowager's manor, she lounged gracefully on her feathered chair, draped in layers of silk, while her servants diligently fanned her body with large feathered fans.
A grand table stood nearby, adorned with exquisite dishes....roasted fowl glazed in honey, steamed dumplings wrapped in translucent skin, bowls of golden broth bubbling with spices. The sweet, savory aroma filled the air, tantalizing the senses, but the Empress Dowager hadn't touched a single bite. Despite her stomach growling loudly in protest, she remained obstinate.
"Please, Your Highness," came the gentle yet concerned voice of her most trusted eunuch. "Just take a few bites. You must prioritize your health, or you'll fall ill at this rate."
