Smear on Her Face?
編輯: Henyee Translations
"Royal Father, Royal Mother, are you alright?"
The Crown Prince swiftly walked over to them with a faint smile hanging on his lips. He was dressed in a casual pale-colored outfit and had a jade crest binding his hair. His handsome face matched with his aristocratic bearing lent way to a peerless individual.
Compared to his previous self from several years ago, the Crown Prince became more mature and responsible. His eyes were placid and emotionless, concealing all of his sharp edges in its depths.
The aged King of the Mo Kingdom's expression was a bit amusing when he turned to look at his own son.
As for Noble Consort Zheng, she looked like a duck egg got stuffed in her mouth, and her voice was stuck inside her throat.
"Royal Mother, I've come late and allowed you to be frightened," the Crown Prince pleaded for mercy as he reached out to support the teary Queen Zhao with guilt brimming from his eyes.