Prince Jing walked downstairs and beckoned a waiter from the tavern, saying, "Put the bill for that table upstairs on my account."
"Yes, yes..." The waiter's legs trembled.
This was the first time such a distinguished person had visited their tavern, so it was naturally a bit nerve-wracking.
The Princess Consort's handkerchief tightened a few notches in her hand.
Coming here in vain without seeing the person she hoped to meet, and then being scolded by Prince Jing, no one was more frustrated than the Princess Consort.
Upstairs, Ye Jiu stood by the window, watching a luxuriously beautiful woman climb into a carriage, with Prince Jing following closely behind her.
Until the carriage curtains were drawn, completely hiding the people inside.
She was her biological mother!
Ye Jiu's smile was ironic.
In the private room, Sikong Mo's expression grew increasingly grave, and the teacup, holding only a few leaves, turned to ashes in his palm.
