When Weimo, clutching Madam Ran’s arm, stepped into the main hall, the female guests had all taken their seats. Seeing her enter, they rose in unison to pay their respects. "Greetings, Consort Chen."
She did not pause, but calmly withdrew her arm and walked toward the young Emperor sitting squarely on the high seat. She had assumed Zhao Yan was busy with state affairs and would not arrive until later.
She reached his side and sat down. The long East Sea pearl hanging from her hairpin brushed against her ear, swaying slightly with her movement. Since Zhao Yan had abandoned the scent of mountain mint, she could always catch the faint aroma of cypress from his clothes whenever he drew near.
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