The next day, before dawn, Su Juan was shaken awake by Dongdong. She stood groggily, letting Dongdong manipulate her into her official attire, which fit somewhat loose on her, not quite the right size.
After all, the existing official attire was tailored for men's figures, and since the Emperor demanded her immediate attendance at court, the palace eunuchs could only deliver a set that barely fit her.
Dongdong seemed more energetic than usual, more excited than usual. She shook Su Juan, "Master, open your eyes quickly. It's nearly the third watch; you need to leave."
On a usual day, at this hour, the Prince and the Young Master would have already had breakfast and be on their way to the palace in the carriage.
Su Juan rubbed her eyes, barely opening them to see that it was still dark outside, muttering curses.
She thought 8 AM in modern times was bad enough. But coming to ancient times, she had to get up at 3 AM for court—this was worse than 8 AM!
