Noble Consort Gao put on a smile and shook her head in denial, "I dare not!"
The Empress signaled, and the servants lowered the palanquin.
She walked from the magnificent palanquin to Noble Consort Gao's side, lifted her hand encased in crystal armor and touched the well-preserved face of Noble Consort Gao, who was nearly forty.
Noble Consort Gao was slightly scared, instinctively shrinking her neck.
Had the Empress gone mad?
Thinking that Wei Jiuzhong was no longer a concern, did she just want to ruin her face?
She instinctively tried to take two steps back, but at this moment, the Empress pulled her exceptionally cold hands away.
The Empress smiled, "You are also just relying on this face that somewhat resembles hers! His Majesty likes you, indulges you, not because you are Gao Xiaolan, a lowly-born servant, but because you bear a striking resemblance to her!"
