The Emperor had unexpectedly decent looks and wasn't the rotund, greasy middle-aged man that one might imagine.
Moreover, it was apparent that he was truly fond of the Noble Consort. His normally cold expression softened considerably whenever he saw her.
Whether one likes another can be discerned from their gaze.
Yet, Mingshu didn't think the Noble Consort was all that fond of the Emperor.
There was no denying that this was a woman who lived with clear awareness; she cared more about her own power and status than about some ethereal affection.
"Why didn't you let someone announce your arrival before coming, Your Majesty?" the Noble Consort chided him with a glance, inadvertently revealing a charming allure between her brows.
"Isn't it to surprise Ah Yuan?" the Emperor laughed heartily, taking her in his arms and walking inside.
"I heard Ah Yuan sent someone to Jingxin Studio?" The Emperor's brow furrowed slightly, his expression growing somewhat stern.
