When Lihua’s first son had passed away, she had fell into a deep depression. The love for her first son was tremendous, and she couldn’t bear the thought of her precious child being away. She couldn’t force herself to eat, get out of her room or anything else for that matter. Her cheeks began to hallow, her eyes shrunk, and she had stayed bedridden for everyday since his passing. Her mind and body were both in anguish, and what made it worse… she believed that the (either Empress or Emperor) wouldn’t want to be seen next to her again.

When MaoMao was turned into Gyokuyou’s Lady in Waiting and sent to serve Lady Lihua, she noticed the odd makeup on her face, the same white powdered that killed her son. Infuriated, MaoMao slapped the Lady in Waiting responsible for applying the makeup simply for the fact that her beauty was more important than her life. She immediately took charge of taking care of Lady Lihua, feeding her nutritious meals that would help her body recover, clearing the source of white makeup powder, and bathing her finally instead of using artificial fragrances all the time to clear up the smell. Lady Lihua managed to make a full recovery thanks to MaoMao’s help.

The day that MaoMao was about to leave, MaoMao and her engaged in a conversation.

“I chose to ignore the advice you gave. As a result, I allowed my child to die. Concubine Gyokuyou has won.” Lihua murmured quietly, hiding the shame under a smile.*

“It’s not about a matter of winning or losing. There are hundreds if not thousands of flowers in the world. Comparing a peony to a bellflower is pointless. Who has the right to judge which is more beautiful?” Mao Mao goes on to touch a purple flower in a vase.

“But even so. I posses neither her jade eyes nor her bright hair.” Lihua muttered.

“You have other assets… I’ve noticed.” Maomao speaks, with a bit of an undertone. This prompted Lihua to look at her curiously. “Putting aside their magnificent size. Truly what shape and tension.”

“Huh? Huh?”

“My lady, would you mind lending me your ear?” *MaoMao began to whisper into Lihua’s ear of a technique that the women back in the brothels she used to live near… using their chests. Lihua’s fingers ran down her collar bone and up to the tip of her cleavage before looking away. *

“With that, I should be off.” When Mao Mao left, Lihua’s face blushed heavily as steam came out of both her ear and head comically, prompting her Lady’s in Waiting to come to her side concern.

“My lady..!”

“Lady Lihua..!”

“Your blushing my lady..!”

She dismisses the concerns of her Lady’s in waiting. She did want the (Empress or Emperor’s) attention… it had been so long since they had paid a visit.

“Please… sent a message to the (Empress or Emperor)… to come visit me..”

Lihua muttered nervously.