Behind the beaded curtain.
The man's face gradually emerged.
Xia Ruqing stared at that face, so familiar it could not be more familiar, and she was stunned.
"Emper..."
"Emperor?"
She hesitated, afraid to recognize.
Ignoring the sharp pain in her hands, she rubbed her eyes fiercely.
Looking up again, it was still him.
"Emperor, is it really you?"
Overwhelmed with joy, she cried, using all her strength to get up and rushed out barefoot.
"It's really you!"
"I thought you were dead, you bastard!"
Xia Ruqing, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
But at this moment, 'Zhao Junyao' showed no joy.
He even looked surprised, his hands and feet at a loss, not knowing where to place them.
The palace maids around were scared, their faces ashen, trembling as they knelt down.
They wondered what on earth was the background of this young lady?!
Why did she keep calling Master the Emperor?
