Zhao Junyao was dressed in his bright yellow Dragon Robe, having obviously come directly from the court session, not even having had the chance to change his clothes.
He walked up to them, made a show of helping the Empress up, and said, "Everyone, rise."
His voice was vast and deep, like a flowing river—calm on the surface but with surging depths, filled with layers of mystery. Who could guess the Emperor's thoughts?
Zhao Junyao glanced at the Little Princess in the Empress's arms.
The Empress, as if presenting a treasure, held the Little Princess up for the Emperor to see.
"Your Majesty, see how well the Little Princess is growing!"
It was like asking for a reward. But that was only normal. After all, having cared for and watched over her day and night, wasn't it reasonable for her to seek some recognition?
