Soon after, Wei Shu walked out from behind the dense weeping willows.
He was still wearing the bright yellow Nine-clawed Dragon Robe, with a smile on his face that only Su Luo could see.
The bright yellow was too dazzling; ordinary people simply couldn't pull it off, especially men.
But Wei Shu was born with a striking appearance, and the dragon robe seemed as though it was custom-made for him.
The sunlight shone brilliantly onto the gold-threaded dragon robe. Set against his handsome features, it was blindingly radiant, forcing onlookers to squint to adapt to the brightness.
Along the way, palace maids couldn't help hiding their admiration in their eyes, but only Liu Mianmian kept her head down, not sparing an extra glance.
Wei Shu glanced at her, and his smiling face stiffened: "Consort Liu, are you also here?"
"Your Majesty, I have been out for quite a while and am now preparing to return. Please take your time chatting with the Empress!"
