As the wife of the Heir of Duke Zhongyong's Mansion, Ji Qingrong had attended her fair share of palace banquets. Of course she recognized the Emperor's face.
She desperately wanted to convince herself that the man was merely someone else who resembled the Emperor.
But Emperor Wu Su's features were too striking, his aura uniquely intimidating. It was difficult to mistake him for anyone else.
'Why would Emperor Wu Su be here?' He seemed to be looking in their direction.
Ji Qingrong reasoned that the Emperor was probably out of the palace in disguise on other business. 'He must have just happened to see the carriage from the Duke Zhongyong's Mansion and spared it a few glances,' she thought. And so, she remained seated in the carriage.
Ji Qingwu walked over to the carriage window. It was a little high, so she had to tilt her head up to speak to the little girl inside.
"Jiu Jiu, were you a good girl? Did you bother your auntie?"
