The emperor is not sick?!
The Empress Dowager was already stunned when she saw her son whom she had not seen in almost four years. He had changed from the last time she had seen him; from a young man who had just ascended the throne to a mature emperor who was experienced and wise. His skin was slightly pale from staying away from the sun, dark sharp eyebrows shaped his phoenix eyes and reddish lips. He looked very intimidating with his long black hair held up in a simple bun with a black crown jade and matching hair pin.
"Empress Dowager, you still haven't answered my question. I said what are you doing here?" He walked down slowly, letting his royal black and golden robe sweep across the stairs.