In the blink of an eye, it's mid-April.
The Empress Dowager was getting restless; it's time to start preparing for the imperial selection!
She directly summoned Zhao Junyao over.
Under the pretense of dining together.
In reality, she was hinting to the Emperor that it's about time to start this year's imperial selection.
The Fine Ladies have yet to arrive at the Capital City, and they need to learn the royal customs afterwards.
Each stage—initial selection, secondary selection, and palace selection—takes time.
Following the procedures, it will be July.
"It's always around this time in previous years; it can't be delayed this year!"
"Imperial Son, I know you dislike this, but this is the tradition passed down from our ancestors!"
"Our Imperial Family must continue its lineage!"
The Empress Dowager spoke with heartfelt concern.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Junyao's face immediately grew long.
Why does the Empress Dowager always remain obsessed with his harem affairs?
