Her red lips were flippant and lithe, and although she had already turned 25, she still dressed up prettily like a 15 or 16-year-old young lady. However, it didn't look too inharmonious.
The group of royal concubines, consorts, and princesses also simultaneously stood up to give their salutes. Other than Her Majesty the Queen, and those with a comparable respectable and honorable status who didn't need to be apprehensive of Noble Consort Zheng, none of the other people present dared to be negligent before her.
"You can rise!" Noble Consort Zheng brushed aside the jade tassels grazing her cheeks, and she wore an irreverent smile on her lips as she gave a semi-salute to Her Majesty the Queen, who was sitting in the chief seat. "Greetings to Your Majesty."
Queen Zhao merely cast her an indifferent glance before nodding.
