The Empress Dowager looked like a deflated balloon, her starry eyes seeming to lose their luster.
Every day Qin Yu left, she grew bored—yet that tyrant wouldn't let her go out and play. It was torture.
Qin Yu thought of something and asked, "Empress Dowager, the Festival of Ten Thousand Flowers is coming up, isn't it?"
"Yes, I almost forgot!"
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager's beautiful eyes instantly lit up again.
The Festival of Ten Thousand Flowers, it's said, originated after a world-shaking war in ancient times.
Across the continent, the creatures wailed and the landscape was bleak. One day, countless brilliant flower petals danced on the wind, scattered to every corner of the land. The earth, once barren, began to regain Spiritual Qi.
Since then, this day each year has been set as the Festival of Ten Thousand Flowers.
As time passed, the festival became one of the grandest, most ceremonious holidays on the continent.
"I shall go tell Her Majesty now!"
