You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"How dare you, you unlucky woman, use such an ominous thing to frighten the Empress Dowager!"

Just as Granny Gui was about to order someone to drag Meng Siya away, Meng Siya calmly knelt down again.

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry."

Her voice was calm and had a reassuring quality.

"This mirror is so clear that it may startle those who see it for the first time, but it can also reveal the root cause of the problem and provide the right treatment."

"The root of the problem?" The Empress Dowager gasped for breath. "You mean, there's still hope for my face?"

"of course."

Meng Siya looked up and opened another small wooden box beside her.

A rose fragrance instantly filled the air.

"A family secret recipe passed down among the common people is to use morning dew from a hundred flowers, combined with rare herbs from the Western Regions, to make a rejuvenating dew."

She took out a glass bottle and poured a few drops of oil into her palm.

"This medicine, combined with our unique techniques, can invigorate blood circulation and smooth out any blemishes. The Empress Dowager's poor health is due to the unrest in the inner palace and her excessive worrying. If she can receive some treatment, she will surely regain her radiance."

The Empress Dowager stared intently at the bottle in her hand.

The words "invigorate blood circulation and smooth out ravines" resonated deeply with her.

Which woman doesn't love beauty? Especially a woman who has stood at the top of power.

She hesitated.

Granny Gui said urgently, "Your Majesty, you can't trust things of unknown origin!"

"Let her give it a try."

The Empress Dowager waved her hand, interrupting Granny Gui.

"If it doesn't work, I'll chop off her hands and feed them to the dogs!"

Meng Siya felt a sense of relief; she had made the right bet.

She washed her hands and walked to the soft couch.

"Please lie down, Your Majesty, and relax."

The Empress Dowager lay down, half believing and half doubting.

Meng Siya applied the essential oil to the Empress Dowager's face, and with a special force, she began to press and rub the oil on her face.

This facial massage technique was something she learned at a beauty salon in modern times, and when combined with the essential oils formulated by Lin Daxiong, the effects are amazing.

The Empress Dowager was initially very nervous, but as the fragrance and the comfort on her face increased, she gradually relaxed.

The hall was extremely quiet, with only the sound of breathing.

After an incense stick had burned, Meng Siya stopped.

"All right."

She handed over the clear water mirror.

The Empress Dowager took a deep breath and accepted the mirror with trembling hands.

The person in the mirror is still her.

But the dark circles under my eyes have faded a lot, and my skin has become firmer and brighter. Even the fine lines at the corners of my eyes seem to have been smoothed out.

She looks several years younger.

The Empress Dowager was stunned. She reached out and touched her face in disbelief.

The smooth texture felt real.

"This...this..."

She was so excited she couldn't speak, and the way she looked at Meng Siya completely changed.

It was no longer disgust and scrutiny, but shock, ecstasy, and a touch of dependence.

Just then, a palace maid ran in from outside the hall; she was one of Shangguan Yun'er's attendants.

"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager! The Crown Princess heard that you are not feeling well, and specifically sent me here..."

Before she could finish speaking, the Empress Dowager suddenly smashed the teacup beside her.

"roll!"

"Can't you see I'm busy? Nobody dares to bother me!"

The palace maid was so frightened that she ran away in a panic.

After venting her anger, the Empress Dowager immediately put on a kind smile and took Meng Siya's hand.

"Good boy, your cooking skills are absolutely amazing!"

She looked at Meng Siya with the eyes of someone looking at a treasure.

"From now on, you will stay by my side and serve me exclusively."

As she spoke, she took off the jade bracelet, which she had worn for many years and made entirely of emerald green, and placed it on Meng Siya's wrist.

"Here, this is for you."

The jade bracelet is warm and smooth, and feels cool to the touch.

Meng Siya stroked the bracelet on her wrist, lowering her head to conceal the sharpness in her eyes.

This bracelet was the Empress Dowager's favorite accessory, and she never took it off.

Now, it's on her hand.

From this day forward, in this harem, she, Meng Shi, has her first immunity from death.

Since receiving the jade bracelet as a gift from the Empress Dowager, Meng Siya's days at Tingyuxuan have become much easier.

The palace maids and eunuchs who used to fawn over her now bow and flatter her.

The food delivered was no longer cold soup or leftovers, but freshly prepared dishes from the imperial kitchen.

They provided plenty of charcoal, which made the room warm and cozy.

The Empress Dowager would send people to deliver tonics and fabrics every few days, making one think she was a newly favored concubine.

Meng Siya accepted all of this calmly.

She knew that these favors were based on her miraculous healing abilities and were not reliable.

But right now, this glory is the best protection for her and Sui Sui.

The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.

Golden rays of light filtered through the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone slabs.

Meng Siya was supporting Sui Sui and patiently teaching him to walk.

"Sui Sui, come here to your mother."

She squatted down a short distance away with her arms outstretched, her voice very gentle.

The little one just turned one year old and is still walking unsteadily, wobbling a bit.

He grinned, his toothless mouth agape, and took shaky little steps toward his mother.

One step, two steps.

It was about to rush into its mother's arms.

Ji Yongyan stood quietly watching from outside the moon gate in the courtyard.

He had just come from the Hall of State Affairs, and hadn't even had time to change out of his court robes; the bright yellow robes were somewhat glaring.

He dared not get too close, for fear of disturbing the scene before him.

The woman in the courtyard had gentle eyes and brows.

The children in the courtyard were his own flesh and blood.

The sunlight felt warm on them.

But this warmth did not belong to him.

He was merely a voyeur standing in the shadows, greedily watching the happiness that did not belong to him.

Just then, Sui Sui, who was swaying unsteadily, suddenly lost her footing and was about to fall.

Ji Yongyan's heart tightened, and he rushed forward first.

Meng Siya also exclaimed and reached out to grab it.

But the figure turned a corner and instead of rushing towards her mother, plunged headfirst into a firm yet unfamiliar embrace.

Ji Yongyan instinctively reached out his hand and steadily caught the small body.

The baby is very soft and light, and smells of milk.

He threw himself into Ji Yongyan's arms but instead of crying, he grabbed the fabric of Ji Yongyan's shirt, tilted his little face up, and giggled.

The clear, melodious laughter struck Ji Yongyan's heart directly.

Ji Yongyan froze completely.

He held the little one in his arms, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

This is his son.

This was the first time he had held him so tenderly.

Give him back to me.

Meng Siya's voice came through, tinged with a hint of wariness.

Ji Yongyan snapped out of his daze and looked up at her, his eyes filled with panic and pleading.

He didn't want to let go.

Even just one more second of hugging would be nice.

Meng Siya wanted to go forward and take the child back, but when she saw the man's cautious and clumsy appearance, she stopped in her tracks.

He took a rattle from his waist, held it in his hand, and shook it.

dong dong dong.

That rattle drum was a toy he had when he was a child, and he always carried it with him.

He, a dignified prince, was now acting like a fool, clumsily teasing the child in his arms with an old toy.