The curtain lifted and Wanyan Zhang stepped in with one stride, then immediately turned around to support Yun Jiao.
The Empress hadn't seen the person yet; just seeing her son acting so attentive, she couldn't help but frown.
She thought to herself that this must be some fox spirit who had bewitched her son so thoroughly.
When Yun Jiao entered, the Empress's gaze fell on her and she was slightly startled.
Her figure was thin and frail, her face bare of powder, and her brows and eyes still held a great deal of childishness; she looked completely like a little girl who hadn't yet grown up.
Just this?
She looked at Wanyan Zhang in confusion, unable to figure out what part of this little girl he fancied.
With that flat figure, if not for seeing her face, she wouldn't even be able to tell front from back.
