Qingmei heard the noise and came in from outside.
She saw Bai Zhi'er's sleeping rosy little face, her small body hugging the quilt, like an adorable marshmallow.
Qingmei smiled brightly, "Princess, you're awake, just in time. Soon, Prince Rui and Prince Kang, along with the Young Masters, will enter the palace to wish the Emperor a Happy New Year. Shall I help you freshen up now?"
The little one nodded obediently, "The elder brothers are coming?"
Qingmei stepped forward, helping Bai Zhi'er put on her shoes and drape on a festive water-red brocade robe.
"Yes, last night the two princes wanted to enter the palace, but the Emperor refused, wanting to spend the first New Year's Eve alone with the Princess as father and daughter."
Bai Zhi'er blinked, suddenly thinking of something.
"Hmm, I remember during the offering to the gods yesterday, didn't father ask Uncle Historian to enter the palace for the New Year's banquet? Why didn't he come?"
