"To report to the Empress Dowager, the Princess has come to pay her respects to you," Mr. Zhao announced respectfully.
Empress Dowager Zheng lay ill on the bed, her temper becoming increasingly volatile and very difficult to serve. Even the shrewd and smooth Mr. Zhao was overwhelmed, his face, more beautiful than a woman's by three degrees, showing signs of weariness.
Jiang Shaohua noticed this and felt no sympathy for Mr. Zhao.
The Imperial Palace is a swamp that devours humanity. Despite Mr. Zhao's pitiable appearance, he would turn around and oppress the palace attendants and eunuchs with arrogance. She had secretly spent a large amount of silver to bribe Mr. Zhao, and they were merely in a cooperative relationship. There was no talk of true feelings.
Empress Dowager Zheng coughed twice, "Let them come in!"
Mr. Zhao responded and retreated. After a moment, Princess Bao Hua and her entourage entered the chamber.
