As though it had been carved into the depths of her heart, impossible to forget for all eternity.
"Blood Rain Demon Venerable, you really are a bad man. Humans were right-bad men like you are the most lethal."
She murmured softly, her voice sweet and cloying as honey, faint ripples stirring in her eyes.
She looked so enchanting.
Finally, as though something had occurred to her, she waved her hand and tossed the scroll into the water. The scroll remained dry despite its immersion, and the figure within grew clearer, actually beginning to tremble faintly in the water and sending out layer upon layer of ripples.
The moonlight shone brightly, and everything seemed so peaceful. Xingqing Palace itself seemed to have become a painting.
A long while later, the Empress Dowager shuddered faintly and slowly breathed out through her crimson lips. With a wave of her hand, the scroll flew back into her grasp.
Her face was like a peach blossom, and deep attachment filled her eyes as she gazed at the painting.
Draping herself in a robe as thin as a cicada's wing, she slowly stepped out of the spring water. Her bare feet trod the white marble paving as she walked into Xingqing Palace, intending to sleep.
Just then, the wind stirred, and a woman appeared before her.
Dressed in palace attire, her head lowered in utmost deference, the woman did not even dare glance toward the bed as she spoke cautiously.
"Empress Dowager, we have just received word that the Female Emperor is holding morning court in Daming Palace."
"Understood."
The Empress Dowager felt listless, her heart as still as water. She felt that the emotion welling up inside her had been released, and she was no longer as anxious as before.
"Do you know what that