At this time, a woman, wearing a gold-patterned brocade robe paired with a flared light pink skirt, was walking gracefully into the main hall. She still looked well-preserved even though she was almost fifty years old.
Behind her followed a twenty-eight to twenty-nine-year-old man dressed in a long azure robe. His long hair was tied high, and his skin was considered quite fair and clear.
"This concubine greets the king! Greetings to the queen."
"You've raised a good son!" The king grabbed an inkstone and smashed it at Noble Consort Lin's forehead without a second word.
Noble Consort Lin immediately paled in shock, and she abruptly groveled on the floor, trembling as she inquired, "This concubine is unaware, for what reason is my king this furious?"
"Bang!" The inkstone smashed at Noble Consort Lin's feet, scaring the noble consort into turning ashen.
