Chu Qianli's face was expressionless.
Her heart, however, was becoming increasingly taut.
The carriage wheels creaked and rumbled over the road.
It felt as if they were rolling over her heart.
But in the end, she just closed her eyes.
And stopped paying attention.
...
The Empress was at Feng Qihe's Prince Residence today.
By this time, the sky had already darkened.
Night had fallen.
She was still personally waiting in the hall, which showed the importance she placed on this matter.
When the Empress saw the carriage appear at the gate of the courtyard, she immediately stood up and walked toward the entrance of the hall.
The old nanny whispered, "Your Majesty, by showing such attention, won't you cause the young girl to become arrogant?"
"No," the Empress replied with a slight smile, her eyes fixed on the carriage with a sharp and icy breath at their bottom.
"She is not like ordinary people, she needs sincerity and respect. Pride will not befall her."