The Crown Prince's fingers exuded elegance, his palms bearing a dry, warm touch. His message echoed: "Fret not, Qiaoqiao."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao remained utterly unfazed. It was as if she observed a comical spectacle, her cold gaze sweeping across the assembled gathering.
She, of course, harbored profound tranquility. The unfolding events failed to provoke even a hint of concern within her.
The young one held unwavering faith in both Crown Prince Mo and her spouse, knowing well that Hubby could adeptly manage any situation.
While conversing, the quartet of elders clad in cyan attire entered the main hall in unison, bowing before the emperor seated upon the throne. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, we extend our greetings."
The Emperor responded with a solemn nod. "What brings the esteemed elders together in this manner?"
