On the day of the coronation, Su Ying and the rest woke up before dawn.
Aunt Zhao led the palace maids to help Su Ying put on the phoenix robe for the ceremony layer by layer.
Su Ying allowed them to fuss around with her, but she felt as if her waist was about to break from the sash tightening.
The costumes for the ceremony were particularly cumbersome, making it difficult for Su Ying to move around. "Aunt Zhao, loosen up a little. Quickly loosen up a little, or else I will collapse when I walk."
Aunt Zhao's heart ached for Su Ying. When she saw that the waist sash had been tightened so much that there wasn't a single gap, she took advantage of the moment when the lady-in-waiting in charge of etiquette wasn't around to help Su Ying loosen the waist area. After she was done, Aunt Zhao stuffed a few more candies into Su Ying's hands.
"If you feel hungry later, eat two. Bear with it for a while. It will be fine after the ceremony."
