Lin Jiaojiao paid no attention to how troubled Prince An was at the moment, for it would be strange if he were not troubled.
With a clap of her hands, the people outside instantly understood her meaning, and soon, Xuemei brought a woman in.
The woman was dressed in bright red, with a gentle and elegant oval face bearing a faint smile. Her clear, peach blossom eyes sparkled like pools of water, and her lightly pursed thin lips resembled red apricot blossoms. She was indeed a rare beauty.
"The commoner, Li Cuixue, pays her respects to the Regent King's Consort."
After speaking, she slowly looked at Prince An with slightly shy eyes and softly said, "Paying respect to Prince An."
Not only was she beautiful, her voice was even more gentle and pleasing to the ear.
Lin Jiaojiao nodded in satisfaction, sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles; with a change of clothes, it seemed like another person entirely.
