Murong Ziyan hurried along, caring nothing for propriety as she made straight for Dingyang Imperial City.
In just a few strides through the air, she crossed into the imperial city's inner court. The inner guards along the way were about to shout a rebuke, but upon seeing that it was Murong Ziyan, they swallowed their words.
Good heavens, how dared Lady Ziyan fly through the palace?
How could this possibly be allowed?!
By all rights, they should have spoken up and rebuked her—but who told them she was the Female Emperor's lackey... ahem, most capable dipping sauce.
With a slap, the door to the imperial study was pushed open.
Jiang Jingyi was seated behind her desk, brush in hand as she reviewed something.
Murong Ziyan's urgency had long been seen by her divine sense. She merely lifted an eyelid slightly and said evenly, "Ziyan, you have overstepped yourself a little."
Murong Ziyan drew a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. She properly performed a salute and said, "This subordinate greets the Supreme One. I beg the Supreme One's forgiveness; this subordinate truly has an urgent matter."
The corner of Jiang Jingyi's lips curled faintly, unnoticed by Murong Ziyan. Raising her eyes to look at her, she said, "What? The meeting is over? So soon?"
"I thought the two of you would at least reminisce over old times."
The moment those words came out, Murong Ziyan's delicate body trembled. She utterly couldn't hold it together on the spot.
Fine, fine, fine. She wasn't even going to pretend anymore.
ヽ(#`Д′)? Was there still any justice in this world?
"Forgive this subordinate's impudence, Supreme One, but I wish to ask—why?"
"Why what?" Jiang Jingyi tilted her head to one side.
"Supreme One, Lin Heng is your man, your Dao