The Empress Dowager watched in stunned silence as her son allowed the other person to cluck and huff at him like henpecked Chicken.
She again took a closer look at the boy.
Ah!
She hadn't noticed earlier but he seemed to be wearing clothes stitched by The Imperial Seamstresses.
Ah!
Why did her son give this unknown child so much freedom?
From Empress Dowager was standing, it looked like her son was almost leaning all of his weight on that boy's shoulder.
Ah!
They were standing so close to each other. Ah!
It almost looked like they were sharing body warmth.
This...This position was far, far too intimate to be used between casual friends.
His Majesty's body language was far more relaxed as compared to the rigid stance he would usually take when anybody tried to encroach upon his personal space.
Even couples who had married for long wouldn't necessarily be so carefree around each other.
