Eunuch Li deliberately stressed the two words, "ancestral veneration," looking directly at Ji Qingwu to ensure she heard him.
Ji Qingwu's gaze was fixed on the bright yellow imperial edict with its red background.
Ji Bo Lian was still in shock. When he saw the red background, he nearly lost his footing while kneeling, and his eldest son had to steady him.
A complex expression crossed Ji Changlin's face. The Emperor hadn't just mentioned making her Empress on a whim—this had been planned for some time.
An imperial edict with such a background was used for only one kind of decree.
Ji Qingwu also recognized that this imperial edict was no ordinary one.
Previously, when Mrs. Qiao had hired a teacher to tutor her in the Six Arts at home, she had also learned some of Beili's basic etiquette and general knowledge.
At that time, when she turned to the pages detailing the Royal Family's ceremony for bestowing the title of Empress, a thought had crossed Ji Qingwu's mind.
