The people inside did not respond. A few breaths later, the maid slowly guided the Old Grand Dowager out.
Although the guests were all well-mannered, they couldn't help but gasp quietly. How could this still be the same Old Grand Dowager from just now? If it weren't for her clothes and hairstyle being exactly the same as before, anyone would think she was a different person. You must know, for a mortal reaching the advanced age of ninety, even their bones would start to deform slightly, the skin and flesh thinning and clinging to the bones, no matter how well the Prince's Mansion served her, her face would still be wrinkled and withered.
Yet, the Old Grand Dowager now appearing before everyone had a head full of black hair with only a few strands of silver, her skin taut, not only more radiant than before but so well-maintained that the number of wrinkles was countable, with a hint of her youthful charm still between her brows.
