The royal family has had no daughters for a century, and Xiao Zhao, who was three and a half years old, was hailed as a treasure by the emperor as soon as he could walk.
Unexpectedly, on the day of Zhou's arrest, she would not touch the gold seal, but instead grab the abacus, lottery box and cinnabar pen. When she opened her mouth, the beloved concubine turned pale: "My queen, you have dropped the pawn ticket in your sleeve!"
Xiao Zhao has no magic skills, he only knows how to look at his complexion, identify medicinal materials, check account books, and discern people's hearts.
She sat on a chariot and walked through the palace gate, pinching the solar terms to cut off the harvest, turning over the almanac to pick auspicious days, and using copper coins as a bargaining chip.
Officials who were greedy for money and money, who treated concubines harshly, and relatives who deceived the Queen Mother with fake antiques, were all stripped of their official robes by her in turn in the Golden Palace.
As soon as the civil and military officials in the court saw the pair of tiger-head shoes, they immediately raised their wat boards to cover their faces: "Your Highness, can you take a rest today?"
Zhao Zhao hugged the melon seed jar tightly and ordered in a milky voice: "No! Uncle Guo, bring up the false accounts you hid under the sedan chair!"
