"Father!!!"
Before Yang Huan could react, Zheng Yuyao had already jumped off the stool, without even bothering to wipe her mouth, and ran out quickly.
She shouted while running, her voice filled with excitement.
"Father!"
Yang Huan hurriedly stood up. Your Majesty is here?
Her face was full of uncontrollable joy as she quickly stood up.
"Qingg'er, Ning'er, look quickly, is sister's attire appropriate?"
Yang Xueqing's eyes were also filled with joy as she said, "Noble Consort, don't worry, you are in your prime now, and your clothes are quite appropriate."
"Quick, quick, go welcome Your Majesty."
"Ah!"
The three young women quickly walked out, soon seeing Zheng Yi hugging Zheng Yuyao as they came in, Zheng Yuyao's laughter could be heard from afar.
Most noticeably, there was a very obvious lipstick mark on Zheng Yi's face, shiny with grease, clearly left by Zheng Yuyao.
Yet even so, Zheng Yi did not wipe it off, instead carefully listening to what Zheng Yuyao was saying.
