"It's a little crooked, My Lady," Xiangxue called out from a distance.
Song Yunzhao asked, "Which way is it leaning?"
"A little to the left."
Song Yunzhao gave the door god in her hands a slight adjustment. "How's this?"
"That's good."
Song Yunzhao pressed the door god firmly against the door. The back of the print was coated in a paste Shizhu and the others had prepared, and with a press all around the edges, it stuck perfectly.
Song Yunzhao hopped down from the stool, planted her hands on her hips, and stepped back to observe her work. Then, she clapped her hands together decisively. "Perfect!"
Nanny Yu and the others immediately burst into appreciative laughter. Next, Song Yunzhao led her attendants to hang the palace lanterns. The corridor eaves were quite high, so the lanterns had to be hoisted up with a bamboo pole. 'I can definitely do this,' Song Yunzhao thought.
