Emperor Zhao waved, "Let her in."
"Yes."
An Xuan then let Ji Yanhong in, while he stood aside to serve.
Ji Yanhong, dressed in palace attire, her complexion radiant like a peach; to say she bore a ninety percent resemblance to Ji Ruyan would be an exaggeration.
However, there was indeed a fifty percent resemblance between their appearances.
"Your Majesty, this humble one pays respects to you. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless fortune and peace."
"There are no outsiders here, no need for formalities. Rise!"
Emperor Zhao instructed her with a word, "Why are you not staying in Qixiang Palace?"
