The Empress Dowager said that, then turned her gaze back to the screen and watched the harem drama intently.
Wu Heng sighed helplessly and sat down beside her to wait for the episode to end.
Women of any era seemed especially fascinated by this kind of emotional scheming.
Especially ancient cultivators like the Empress Dowager. By all rights, her world should have been simpler and more straightforward.
Strength was everything. Whether mercenaries or upper management, they relied on real levels and combat power. Who had time for all the twists and turns of television dramas?
If they truly encountered a high-level professional, they would probably split the table in half with a single sword strike. Why would they bother playing poison games with you?
About three minutes later, the ending song began. The Empress Dowager pressed pause and turned toward him. "What did you just say?"
"I said the ritual materials have arrived, so I can add abilities for you." After saying that, Wu Heng could not resist teasing her. "I really didn't expect you to love these melodramatic shows so much. It doesn't suit the image of a bewitching imperial consort who could topple a nation."
"You're the bewitching consort!" The Empress Dowager glared at him, though she did not really mind. "Isn't it called a harem drama? How did it become a melodrama?"
"A melodrama is one with overly formulaic plots, repeating the same old storylines over and over," Wu Heng explained.
"As long as it's good, who cares whether it's formulaic or not?" the Empress Dowager said.
"Fair enough." Wu Heng stood up. "Come on. Let's finish the ritual first. You can keep watching when we get back."
The Empress Dowager closed the tablet and floated to his side. "Where are we doing it?"
"Downstairs. I'll take