Noticing the footsteps, Lu Ying glanced towards the bead curtain.
The woman who lifted the bead curtain wore a lotus green padded jacket with a rabbit fur collar, her cloud-like hair and misty temples framed a hibiscus-like face, her brows and eyes resembled the misty green hills of spring, her red lips were like cherries, and she wore no elaborate hairpins or jewelry, just a simple jade hairpin tucked at her bun.
She was holding a white porcelain cup, and after entering, she curiously glanced at him.
Noticing the golden coiling dragon pattern on his brocade robe, she lowered her eyebrows and curtsied: "This humble woman greets Your Majesty."
Lu Ying stroked the Moyu Ring.
Haitang followed behind Shen Yinning, also maintaining a curtsey.
She wasn't sure if Lu Ying was aware of her mistress's current situation, or if he still cared to hear about it.
After all, three years ago, they had parted on bad terms.
