Wu Zetian was followed by Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing was still wearing that black, tight leather outfit.
The urn had long since disappeared from her hands.
There were even a few bits of wild grass from the Star Luo Royal Mausoleum caught in her hair.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu entered close together.
The two jostled each other, neither willing to yield.
"Xiao Wu, stop pushing me!"
"I was clearly the first one through the door," Ning Rongrong protested softly.
Xiao Wu refused to be outdone.
"I was the first to touch the threshold!"
"You're not as strong as me. Get in the back," Xiao Wu said, raising her chin.
Hu Liena, meanwhile, swayed as she walked.
She wore nearly transparent gauze and directly ignored the two girls' quarrel.
"What are you two little girls arguing about?"
"In front of our lord, everyone relies on their own abilities." Hu Liena covered her mouth and giggled.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, mother and daughter, came in last.
Both wore somewhat unnatural expressions.
Bibi Dong shot Hu Liena a glare.
"Liena, watch yourself."
Qian Renxue tugged at her Maid Dress, looking rather uneasy.
Gu Yuena stood by the door and did not immediately enter.
She merely folded her arms and watched everything coldly.
Haiyue and Gongsun Li each found a place to stand.
Wu Zetian strode quickly to the bedside.
She looked down at Qian Yu from above.
"My husband certainly knows how to save himself trouble."
"One announcement, and you summoned all of us here."
"I still have a whole pile of memorials sitting on my desk."
Though Wu Zetian complained aloud, her eyes and brows were full of smiles.
Qian Yu reached out, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled hard.
Wu Zetian fell smoothly onto the broad bed.
Her crimson dragon