Ashley Bowen glanced at the Empress Dowager, who was smiling and beckoning to her. "Go on, go have some fun."
"Okay..." Ashley was only nineteen, after all. Even though she had already gone through marriage, a miscarriage, and so much more, she was still a playful child at heart.
The moment she heard she could fly a kite, she was the first to run to an open field, where she picked out the prettiest yellow kite and started to play.
"By the way, Mary, you're from the ×× region, aren't you? I hear that for the Double Ninth Festival, you have a tradition of 'autumn sunning,' where every household takes the crops they've harvested and spreads them out in an open area to dry?"
Mary Preston was holding a cup of chrysanthemum tea, her mind wandering. When she heard the Empress Dowager call her name, she was so nervous she nearly dropped her cup.
