This woman's cheeks were slightly protruded from her face, and her face was unusually gaunt without any extra flesh on it. Her eyes were penetrating and spirited, and Qiao Mu felt that that woman seemingly swept a glance across her face while standing up.
That gaze was one that made others displeased.
"Vassal King Consort of An'nan, what do you have to say." The queen's tone when speaking to Wu Hongmo was still relatively harmonious.
"Your Majesty the Queen, my niece Wu Xiaosu has newly learned a rather interesting fan dance. How about having her dance for the queen to temporarily liven things up?"
The queen nodded slightly. "Very well."
