In the time it took Xie Jin to complain, all the women, led by Consort Pan, had already arrived.
A group of seven or eight-year-old boys really spent a lot of time looking for their own children.
This was especially true for Empress Pan. She had to search twice before she could find her son, and that was because she couldn't find him in the first round. She was so anxious that she could only look for him on the eunuch in the palace.
"You, why are you wearing ordinary clothes?"
Consort Pan looked at the little Emperor, who was not wearing a dragon robe or ordinary clothes. He was dressed like a young master from a noble family. Oh, look at his clothes, they were a little too big, and the hem of his clothes covered his feet. He was clearly wearing Pan Zheng's clothes.
"Did I hurt you?" Consort Pan rushed forward and couldn't be bothered to ask anything else. She fumbled up and down, afraid that she had suffered internal injuries instead of external injuries.
