How could a woman favored by the king of a civilization be anything less than exceptional? Though ten thousand years had passed, time had left few traces on Xin Yao's face. She remained as poised, dignified, gentle, and captivating as ever.
"Lotus blossoms could not rival a beauty's makeup; when wind swept across the water palace, pearls and jade filled the air with fragrance." Perhaps this was no more than that.
Already a Royal Consort, and having lived for so many years in the Heavenly City under Kesha's rule, every gesture Xin Yao made naturally radiated an innate composure and gentle charm that even the finest actor could never imitate.
Hua Zhen stood where he was, calmly watching her enter the Confinement Room and walk past him. The excitement he had felt upon suddenly seeing his mother had already begun to settle.
Was that really so?
No, not at all. His slightly trembling hands at his sides had completely betrayed him. After all, it had been over thirty years since he had rescued his mother from the Heavenly Palace, and he had not seen her since.
They said one day apart felt like three autumns. Then how could more than thirty years apart possibly be described? His longing for his mother was truly not much less than what he had once felt for Kesha.
As though sensing something, Xin Yao stopped after passing him by two steps. Turning back, she frowned slightly as she looked the only man in the Confinement Room up and down.
Why does this child... feel so familiar to me?
For no reason at all, she simply felt that the man before her was a child.
Hua Zhen had already been forcing himself to remain calm. How could he endure her gaze? He became flustered and