The Zhou Kingdom Imperial Palace.
Si Li was training in the Office of Ceremonial Etiquette alongside the other newly recruited palace maids.
Si Li bent her knees in a curtsy and held the pose without moving.
Each of them balanced a bowl of water on her head.
Whoever spilled her bowl of water would be punished.
Half a quarter-hour passed, and many of the maids' legs were already trembling, the bowls on their heads teetering.
But Si Li remained as steady as a statue, her entire body motionless.
Not only the other maids, but even the female official overseeing their training secretly marveled at her, finding this woman named Si Li truly impressive.
Si Li ignored all the looks from her fellow maids.
Her thoughts were still on what had happened the previous night.
The Sky Horn Mosquito's death was a trivial matter. She had not been any particularly rare spirit beast.
The greatest trouble was that madwoman.
Honestly, Si Li had no idea how she had offended that madwoman. The woman had inexplicably come looking for trouble with her and Wang Xin, despite Si Li not knowing her at all.
And now, that madwoman was not only in the imperial palace, but had even appeared in the Zhou Kingdom's ruler's bedchamber.
What was her relationship with the Zhou Kingdom's ruler? Why had she appeared in his bedchamber?
One was a mighty cultivator at least at the peak of the immortal realm, and the other was merely the Emperor of a small mortal dynasty.
By all rights, even eight bamboo poles laid end to end should never have connected the two.
Forget it. There's no use thinking about this now.
Si Li sighed inwardly and gathered her thoughts.
Whatever relationship that madwoman had with the Zhou Kingdom's ruler,
since she