She saw admiration brimming in the Emperor's eyes.
It was as if they were saying, 'How can such a thoughtful subordinate exist? Other bosses certainly don't have one!'
"It's no trouble at all. I want to do even more for Your Majesty," Jiang Xian said. "Has there been anything Your Majesty wants, or wishes to see? I can try to find a way to make it happen. It would also help me pass the time in the palace."
'I hope the Emperor has a task for me.'
This actually stumped the Emperor. The women of the harem vied for his favor mostly by dressing up in splendid attire or by making sachets and soups to show their affection. Speaking of sachets, his storehouse held dozens of them after the Longevity Festival, all gifts from his Concubines. If he were to wear them all at his waist, he wouldn't need eunuchs to clear a path for him—his fragrance would be detectable for miles. Thus, he accepted the kind gestures in spirit, but wearing the gifts was another matter entirely.
