At that moment, the hall suddenly quieted down, as if the solemn stillness of the emperor's arrival had descended.
The reason was that Elder Qiao had come out.
Qiao Chengxun's cool gaze softened a bit as he instinctively took the young girl's wrist and led her towards the elder, "Grandfather."
Wen Meimei had seen photos of Elder Qiao, who in person was clearly much more stern than the pictures suggested, his weathered old face etched with the marks of time, though his piercing gaze was strikingly similar to his grandson's.
"Grandfather," Wen Meimei greeted with a smile, casually handing over the bag of clothes she had bought, "May you have the fortune of the East Sea and the longevity of the southern mountains."
As it turned out, Elder Qiao had also seen photos of Wen Meimei, and found her to be much more adorable in person, with a kind of delicate, home-bred grace.
Truly worthy of being the granddaughter-in-law personally selected by his grandson, he had good taste.