Li Wan Rong!
A crease formed between Xiao Yue's brows. Long Zhao Feng's expression remained neutral but he pinned Li Wan Rong with a sharp glare. It was unclear whether the latter noticed it or not, but she absolutely did not care the least.
"Lady Wen, if you please?"
The crowd at Minister Song's side parted to let an elegant lady through. Lady Wen bowed respectfully before the King and Queen.
"Wen Yue Hui, reporting to His Majesty and Her Majesty."
The King leaned on an armrest with his elbow.
"Dispense with the formalities. Please say what you have to say, Lady Wen."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lady Wen then turned to look at Xiao Yue. She beamed with a motherly smile.
"Song Chun Ya's dearly departed mother was my best friend. I accompanied her throughout her pregnancy and was also present during childbirth. I remember that baby Song Chun Ya had a birthmark on her back. It had the form of a cherry flower, very appealing.
