Wheeling Gull Isle the false understanding of life

Huā giggled girlishly when her sister poked at her baby bulge, but soon quieted down as they settled at the meeting point. The siren was almost as nervous; she knew how some of the subordinates had felt, not too keen on their ranks. And here she was, promoting someone- but Ying deserved it, and she trusted her more than anyone to serve as empress when Huā was too bloated and emotional to do so. So she would sit to her sister's side, quiet, as she awaited the arrival of the people. And let Ying run the meeting.