Such beauty that could topple a kingdom; not even Zhao Yanran could match it.
"Grandmother Empress, please look." Mu Rufeng reacted swiftly, immediately producing a human-height Glazing Mirror and placing it on the ground.
The Empress Dowager immediately looked into the mirror.
In an instant, she was enveloped in beautiful memories, her younger self, the peak of her wondrous beauty.
"I've become younger, I have indeed become youthful again."
A crisp voice rang out, smooth as silk, like a spring breeze caressing the face, filling one with joy.
"Qian'er, am I truly younger now, have I really rejuvenated?" the Empress Dowager asked, dumbfounded, staring at her reflection in the Glazing Mirror.
"Mother, your visage has long been etched in my memory. Mother, you have truly grown younger." Mu Chengqian had a feeling indescribable at that moment.
