Qi Xiuyuan lowered his head. His eyes were a little misty, as if he was recalling something. "Although I don't really remember what the Empress Dowager looked like, I always remember how she personally cooked green bean soup for me on hot days. At that time, as Prince Rong wasn't even born yet, she could still carry me around in the veranda during the summer. Until now, I can only remember her smile."
Qi Xiuyuan's expression was slightly solemn. "The posthumous title of my late mother should indeed be decided upon. Minister Chen, I'll hand this matter over to you. The Ministry of Rites should try its best to come up with a charter."
Chen Fang stepped forward and bowed.
"What else do you have to report?"
