The Grand Empress Dowager Zheng suddenly laughed, her face covered with wrinkles relaxed under the bright candlelight, like a chrysanthemum about to wither: "Zhao Chunming! Tell me, can I succeed tonight?"
Mr. Zhao's heart was pounding, he quickly glanced at the frenzied Grand Empress Dowager, then swiftly lowered his head and replied: "This servant doesn't dare speak recklessly. However, no matter what happens, this servant will stay by the Grand Empress Dowager's side."
The Grand Empress Dowager laughed heartily and waved her hand. Mr. Zhao obediently stepped forward to his master's side like a dog, bending over to let the Grand Empress Dowager touch his face.
The Grand Empress Dowager touched for a while, then moved her hand to Mr. Zhao's chest: "Your heart is racing, are you afraid?"
"Yes," Mr. Zhao was sweating profusely on his forehead, unable to hide it, so he bluntly admitted: "This servant is timid and very afraid."
