Attendant Zhou's every sentence had an implication, prompting him to think of the person who had been sneaking around earlier, watching Canglan Court like Beauty Zhao. Perceptive and insightful, indeed a clever man.
Having finished reporting, Hu Miaomiao stood with her head bowed, waiting for further instructions.
The Emperor closed his eyes and said nothing; his fingers tapping on the table, his expression unreadable, while the servants behind him re-tied his hair and headdress for him.
After a moment, he gave a cold appraisal, "A merchant's daughter, adept at dancing with long sleeves."
Then, he let out a light laugh, tinged with sarcasm, "I never paid attention before, and I did not realize that my harem is indeed bursting with talent, not to be underestimated."
The atmosphere in the hall immediately grew tense.
