Seeing who had arrived, Prince Chongjing felt a sudden wave of disorientation.
The last time he had seen Weimo, it was in the Chuigong Hall. The Emperor and his Imperial Noble Consort had been thick as thieves, joining forces to deal with him and even making promises regarding the imperial heir. He had never truly cared about the heir himself; he had only wanted to apply pressure on Zhao Yan.
Back then, the woman had been dressed in the opulent robes of an Imperial Noble Consort, dignified and gentle. But the person standing before him now wore simple linen clothes with a wooden hairpin. Her lips held a smile, yet her eyes were cold and sharp. Where was any trace of the woman he once knew?
Chapter 183