Liaoji was a master of Buddha's Dharma, profound in his teachings, and his announcement of a dharma assembly filled the entire town with joy.
People brought their own chairs, rushing to the site of the dharma assembly, eagerly waiting for Liaoji to speak.
"Your Majesty, the people have been saved. Isn't it time for you to return with us? There are still many matters awaiting your attention in the Demon Realm."
Mianmian also wanted to attend the dharma assembly, but Yunshang kept urging her to return.
Reluctantly, she tugged at Yunshang's sleeve and coquettishly pleaded with flashing big eyes, "Dear Yunshang, beautiful sister, let Mianmian stay here a few more days, I want to see what Liaoji's dharma assembly is really like."
When Yunshang was still the Imperial Consort, Mianmian often wheedled her that way. The little Milk Bun was barely taller than a knee, clutching at her sleeve, eyes sparkling as she looked up, irresistible to anyone.
