In a flash, two days had passed.
The Spring Plowing Ceremony is a major event. Jiang Shaohua deliberately woke up early today, went to the training ground to practice martial arts for an hour, shot three quivers of arrows, then bathed, dressed, and groomed.
Her long hair was tied up, adorned with a bejeweled crown, and she donned the Commandery Princess attire.
The crown of pure gold was set with dozens of large Dongzhu pearls, interspersed with red and blue sapphires, with exceedingly exquisite craftsmanship. The ceremonial dress of bright yellow was embroidered with a Xuan Bird Pattern in golden thread, complex, dense, and incredibly sumptuous.
A ten-year-old girl with such a youthful face, wearing such attire, seemed slightly burdensome. Nonetheless, Jiang Shaohua carried it with a noble bearing full of presence, completely holding her own.
Her eyes radiated brilliance, and her luminosity was so dazzling that it was difficult for others to look directly at her.
