Liang Ji looked down at the young man, her long, beautiful eyes showing a hint of surprise along with an inexplicable sense of grievance. She had gone to such lengths, yet he could still resist.
Is it that I have truly aged, and can't compare to Princess Consort Huai or Xu Ying?
Chen Mo saw her reaction and knew she misunderstood something. He suddenly grasped the beautiful woman's delicate, soft white jade-like hand, interlocking his fingers with hers, and chuckled lightly: "Empress Dowager, you misunderstood. What I meant was that the Empress Dowager only has to wear the Dragon Robe."
"Wearing the Dragon Robe how..." Liang Ji was initially startled but then realized. Her long, beautiful eyes, like flowing water, flashed with a trace of embarrassed anger. This man actually wants her to serve while wearing the Dragon Robe.
