Ruan Xiaoxia's voice was filled with helplessness. Two lines of tears fell directly. Her mature face, which had not aged, suddenly looked a little more lovable.
This woman had never married, had never given birth to a child, and even knew medicine. It was as if she had become an immortal, and she was as beautiful as ever.
Even her trembling voice seemed to have a soul-stirring effect. Even Jing Yunzhao, who was a woman, was stunned for a moment. She had to admit that a woman like her would have been a disaster if she had been with an ancient emperor.
