Noble Consort Zhao was surrounded tightly, unable to pull out her body.
When the Princess Mingzhao saw that his royal brothers and sisters had started drinking tea with his mufei, no one paid attention to him. He was bored and had to look for Bai Sheng to play.
"Sister Sheng, look, is this hairpin nice?" Princess Mingzhao asked as he touched the meat on the top of his head.
Facing Princess Mingzhao, Bai Sheng had a face full of rare patience and gentleness. She scratched Mingzhao's white and tender nose and said: "It's good, us Mingzhao will look good wearing anything."
"It's not the same this time, the Royal Father made this himself!" Princess Mingzhao raised his pitch.
Bai Sheng laughed, went near the Princess Mingzhao and said in a low voice, "That's right. His Majesty only made hairpins for Mingzhao's hands, other princesses would not receive such treatment … "
"BOOM!"