Inside the chess society, when the noblewoman walked in, she attracted many surprised glances; evidently, noblewomen like her were rarely seen here.
Zhao Douan, wearing a grey wolf mask, looked at her strangely. With his current Divine Thought, the thin veil on the Princess Chen's face couldn't block his gaze; indeed, theoretically, even clothes couldn't...
Combining this low-key yet noble scene before him, Zhao Douan nodded with a calm tone: "Add a chair."
Before the chess society's attendant could act, the servant beside the Princess Consort immediately brought a chair.
The Empress originally sat across from Zhao Douan and, upon seeing this, shifted her seat close to Zhao Douan's side, taking on the stance of a "close bodyguard of the Imperial Consort."
"Thank you," Princess Chen thanked with a smile, settling her ample figure down as the raccoon cat in her arms instinctively shied away, burrowing into her embrace, creating waves of elegance.
