Xin Lin smiled openly.
"Ah Zhuo, you finally made it."
Just after Xin Lin spoke, he noticed Xin Zhuo did not come alone.
Accompanying him was a little boy, about the same height as Xin Zhuo, with a somewhat awkward expression.
The boy looked chubby and was dressed in a prince's robe.
"Sister, I brought my eighth brother over. His mother is Consort Zhao."
Xiao Xin Zhuo's face was filled with joy.
After the birthday feast, the emperor took much more care of him and his mother. This morning, he even bestowed a new palace to his mother.
The Empress Dowager also summoned him, tested him on some subjects and martial arts, and praised him greatly.
Earlier today, he was busy moving to the new palace.
Consort Zhao's son?
Xin Lin remembered that name.
Wasn't Consort Zhao the one who tampered with Shi Pin earlier?
