However, this was a private royal matter, after all, and it was not their place to get involved. Meddling would earn them no gratitude from the royal family and might even put them on its blacklist.
Thus, the group exchanged glances and slowly dispersed without any hesitation.
They watched the Empress Dowager, whose mature charms still lingered, walk toward Daming Palace step by step, radiating noble majesty.
Everyone lowered their heads, afraid she might think they harbored disrespect.
Moreover, the civil and military officials had another consideration: the Female Emperor was gravely wounded, and it was neither convenient for them to visit her nor something they dared to do.
With the Empress Dowager here, however, they could see just how badly the Female Emperor was injured and whether it would affect the foundations of the Tang Kingdom.
Tap, tap!
The sound of shoes striking jade tiles rang out.
It was so clear, as though each step struck the Female Emperor's heart.
Ever since ascending the throne, the Female Emperor had always been composed, remaining utterly cold even before the Empress Dowager.
She had never shown the slightest fear.
But now, she was flustered-extremely flustered.
After all, her current position was far too compromising, and her body was far too feverish.
She was no longer as independent and self-reliant as before.
There was now a man behind her, supporting her.
Although the two of them were cultivating and healing her injuries, who would believe that, given their position?
That woman would surely think her utterly wanton, having given everything she had to the demon.
At the thought of that woman strutting arrogantly before her, looking at her with cold, haughty eyes,
she could not help gritting her teeth. Her usually piercing gaze became particularly panicked, and she increasingly had no idea