At the scene, not only were there esteemed ministers and generals, but many young talents had also arrived, showing the Emperor's attention to this reception banquet.
As the Eldest Princess and the current Empress entered together, the hall reverberated with a chorus of voices: "Greetings, Empress, Princess!"
Facing such a formation, Mo Shu felt an inexplicable familiarity.
It seemed that a long time ago she had experienced similar reverence.
Compared to the memories she had, the current scene paled in comparison.
Mo Shu walked step by step to the empty seat beside the Emperor and sat down, her dignified and imposing presence far surpassed that of the Empress who had ruled the nation for over a decade!
Many believed it was their illusion, but in the next moment, Mo Shu turned her head, glancing sideways.
Her clear and authoritative gaze seemed to press down with the weight of mountains, an invisible majesty emanating from her, silently spreading within the hall.
