But his gaze still made Ji Qingwu's back tense.
She turned her head away, raising her sleeve to discreetly wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Li Yuzong handed the gift box he was carrying to Ji Bo Lian and retreated to the doorway, blocking Ji Qingyuan from entering as well.
The Emperor's arrival made the atmosphere in the room tense.
The Emperor said he was here to visit Old Madam Ji, so it wouldn't do to have the ailing old woman move.
But they couldn't have the Emperor stand while he spoke, so servants tiptoed in with chairs.
However, Old Madam Ji's bedchamber, designed to be restorative and calming, was not spacious. After the chairs were brought in, it felt rather cramped.
As a result, everyone was seated very close together.
According to seniority, Ji Qingwu was the last to be seated, so by the time it was her turn, she was left with the only remaining spot.
She blinked, stared at the only empty seat, and sat down, the pressure mounting.
