C895 Most Hate the Betrayal of One's Own People

Inside the inner hall, the octagonal glazed palace lamp was bright and sparkling. Madam Zhao was sitting on the bedside, looking at Empress Dowager who was lying on the bed with a pleasantly surprised expression on her face.

"Aunt, what's going on with Grandmother?" Bai Ze rushed in and looked on worriedly.

"Grandmother