Her eye sockets were deeply sunken. The bags under her eyes were almost as big as her eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes were filled with unconcealable exhaustion.
Looks like Feng Jingyang's illness was not light.
Bai Zheng sighed in her heart.
After the Noble Consort Zhao led the little girl to her seat, the princes and princesses all stood up to pay their respects. Bai Zheng, together with the few servants, kneeled on the ground and greeted in unison.
"Greetings esteemed imperial concubine, Princess Mingzhao."
"Get up."
Noble Consort Zhao waved her hand.
"Thank you, esteemed imperial concubine."
When the Noble Consort Zhao saw that the normally aloof Crown Prince Feng Jingye had arrived, she immediately smiled. Her gaze swept across the few princes and princesses as she spoke in an elder's tone.