Coming from Xian Feng Palace, the empress and the emperor walked side by side and was escorted to the ceremonial grounds.
Above the flight of stairs, a hundred step away from the ground, Wei Yi Yi sat next to Jiang Yi as they look down to the one they called as Grandmaster.
He leads the ceremony and made prayers for a safe journey. The other officials stood by the side wearing matching clothes.
Like a good employee, Wei Yi Yi fought this uphill battle to the best of her abilities.
The crown is heavy. The dress is also heavy. Her whole body is so heavy and she just wishes to faint over.
But she did not.
A solemn smile. A straight sitting posture. Then plastered with a face that looks in attention.
Although it feels like torture, Wei Yi Yi did not show any blunder.
She's used to the 'listener' role after all. Her face could retain an 'I'm-interested-keep-talking' look despite her mind flying elsewhere.
