The Princess Consort slowly stood up and called out in surprise, "Miss Jing, have you returned?"
Zhi'er looked at her in confusion.
Even Song Qingrui couldn't help but be amazed, "Sister Jing, do you actually know my grandmother?"
Zhi'er shook her head, "We've never met."
With this statement, the Princess Consort steadied her mind.
Upon closer inspection, she saw that the young girl before her, although resembling that celestial woman from the past, was indeed different.
The woman surnamed Jing had an ethereal presence, with a brow full of authority and calm.
In contrast, the young girl before her was tender and charming, like a flowing clear spring.
After comparison, there were indeed differences.
The Princess Consort sat down again.
She waved her hand, "All of you step back first, this Miss Jing will stay, I have a few questions to ask."
Then the young ladies took their leave.
Song Qingrui hesitated, looking back several times.
