Empress Dowager Wang's body was taut, her gaze icy as she looked at the Emperor.
The Emperor, however, seemed oblivious, focusing solely on the petite young girl by the door, and inquired as though it were a routine matter, "I heard the assassin has not been found yet. You've seen the assassin before; could you describe his appearance?"
Tang Xiaobai lifted her head slightly and glanced at the Emperor.
The figure was tall and slender, and the face was not as gloomy and terrifying as she had imagined, but rather handsome, though the deep gaze sent a chill that spread from within.
Tang Xiaobai steadied herself, nodded, and said, "About as tall as Your Majesty—"
"Nonsense!" The Empress Dowager coldly rebuked, "Who in this world dares to compare height with the Son of Heaven?"
Tang Xiaobai obliged easily, "A bit shorter than Your Majesty...much shorter..."
The Emperor's expression remained unchanged as he asked again, "Did you hear him speak? Was it a Chang'an accent?"
