The female officer bowed slightly towards the Empress. Just as she was about to help Shen Yunwei up, she heard a series of messy footsteps coming from outside. Following that, the inner attendant's panicked voice," Your Highness, Your Highness, you can' t go in right now. Your Highness, please go to Zhao Yang Hall first ……"
"Move!" A furious male voice rang out, followed by a miserable cry from the attendant.
The women were all startled. They all looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw a handsome figure rushing in from outside. His face was like a crown of jade, his black hair was tied up, and he was dressed in riding clothes. His brows were covered in dust, but he still couldn' t hide the noble aura around him.
It was none other than the Seventh Prince, King Qi Zhou Shijun.
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