The attendant happily went to get Wen Xian's clothes. In his heart, he was secretly happy that his master had finally thought it through and submitted to the Emperor.
His master was so beautiful.
How could she be compared to the group of ordinary women in the harem?
Even the favored servant Jun he had won the emperor's favor only because he looked a little like his master.
Now, the main character had returned.
This kind of imposter should just step aside!
She was just a substitute sent to the palace by her biological mother, and she really thought of herself as a dish?
The little attendant happily picked out a green robe for Wen Xian. It was made of Ice Silk fabric. It looked faintly lustrous, beautiful beyond belief, and cold to the touch.
He thought about it happily.
Only an immortal-like figure like the Royal concubine was worthy of such a fabric and would not disgrace the clothes.
