The Empress Dowager hesitated while picking up the silver notes.
The rain was heavy, and the wind was strong. If the Empress Dowager lifted her head, she wouldn't be able to open her eyes.
She squatted stiffly on the rain-drenched ground, resembling an old countryside lady trying to pick vegetables from the field embankments.
She hesitated for a moment and then continued picking up the silver notes.
She must have missed Jiaojiao too much and misheard.
How could Jiaojiao appear in such heavy rain?
"Aunt?"
The familiar voice came again, this time right above her head.
A boy wearing a raincoat and a straw hat kneeled on one knee beside her.
The Empress Dowager still couldn't lift her eyes, but she caught sight of the familiar, unattractive Red-Tasseled Spear, the little braid, and the big safflower.
However, the Empress Dowager's gaze did not continue upward.
