The Grand Empress Dowager left Ye Zao with a string of beads.
Turquoise, agate, coral, amber and other beads, looking like something worn on the head.
Clearly Mongolian ornamentation.
Ye Zao looked at it for a while, touched the beads, each smooth and round.
Even the cracks on the turquoise were polished smooth.
This item must have been one of the Grand Empress Dowager's favorites.
"This looks like something from the heads of Mongolian princesses, not fashionable now, perhaps the Grand Empress Dowager wore it when she was young." Sister Jiang, being older, recognized it.
"The Grand Empress Dowager... had a hard life." Ye Zao sighed as she put the item in a brocade box.
"Master, don't be too sad. The Grand Empress Dowager also lived a life of honor." Sister Jiang smiled.
She really didn't understand Consort Chen's thoughts.
