Jingxiu Palace!
Princess Lin an's exquisitely embroidered shoes stepped on the soft ground clothes, holding the arm of her brother the Crown Prince, and entered the jingxiu Palace.
The room was as warm as spring, and the warmth of the floor dispelled the cold of December. A luxuriously dressed imperial consort was sitting at the table, waiting for her son and daughter with a smile on her face.
Noble Consort Chen was in her early forties and had long passed the prime of a woman's life. She was at the most plump stage of a woman.
Her skin was still tight, her eyes were still watery, and her well-maintained figure was still the same. Time had settled on her body and she had the charm of a mature woman.
Apart from the devastatingly beautiful Empress, among the many beauties in the harem, noble Consort Chen was the best at fighting.
Therefore, among the four princesses, only Lin 'an could compete with the eldest Princess ... No, it was a competition.
