The door was gently pushed open, and Shao He, wearing a light pink waist-tightening long skirt with a blouse embroidered with simple and exquisite floral patterns, tied a belt at her left chest.
A jade pendant dangled on the right side, and a small and exquisite emerald bead chain adorned her waist. She wore a pair of white shoes with blue embroidered edges, and her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down her back.
Pei Huaian was stunned; it was the first time he had seen such a delicate Shao He.
Shao He walked out with small steps, a faint smile on her lips.
The other maids and young eunuchs looked on foolishly; such a beautiful woman was rare in the imperial harem.
Ah Mo bowed his head, clenched his hand into a fist, and coughed lightly at his mouth.
"Master, let's hurry, lest The Emperor becomes anxious."
"Yes, let's go," Pei Huaian came to his senses and stepped forward to take Shao He's hand.
