The moon in the sky had yet to go home, and the sun had yet to get out of bed.
The Princess Consort of Beiping's merciless iron hand smacked Wenren Luoshui and Yunjian hard on their bottoms.
"Mother! You're trying to kill us!"
Wenren Luoshui, Yunjian, and Xia Yangyang lay sprawled every which way on the Black Lacquer Inlaid Bed in her bedroom.
The Princess Consort of Beiping stormed in, threw back the quilts tangled over the girls, and rewarded each of their springy bottoms with a smack from her merciless iron hand.
"Still not getting up? You'll be late for morning court~"
The Princess Consort of Beiping's voice was as gentle as ever. I squinted and answered groggily.
"So what if we're late? Surely Uncle Emperor won't drag us off to have our heads chopped off over that?"
"Your uncle won't chop your head off, but do you think your mother might beat you half to death?"
The Princess Consort of Beiping's voice was soft and gentle, but the murderous intent hidden in her words jolted Wenren Luoshui awake.
"Mother! I'm getting up! Right this instant!"
The three girls immediately scrambled out of bed and rushed to find the clothes the maids had prepared for them.
Satisfied to see the three girls obediently getting up, the Princess Consort of Beiping clasped her hands behind her back and strolled out, humming a little tune.
Wenren Luoshui and Yunjian rode toward the palace in utter misery.
Who on earth invented morning court?
They arrived at the palace filled with bitter resentment and listened to the eunuch's shrill voice.
The ministers around them started arguing over their respective opinions again. Honestly, if these people weren't holding back from throwing punches to preserve their dignity, how was this noisy spectacle any different from