But for some reason, as their breaths mingled, the heat inside her began growing wildly.
Even her dragon qi began to churn, becoming harder and harder to suppress.
Outside the Flying Carriage, all was silent!
The Flying Carriage that represented the Female Emperor flew slowly along Chang'an Street, radiating a faint glow.
It was so majestic, so imposing.
Ordinarily, the civil and military officials escorting the Flying Carriage would surely have shared in its glory, feeling proud of their Female Emperor.
But now, after what had just happened, they all looked as though they were mourning their parents, like eggplants wilted by frost, without a shred of vitality.
They could not have looked more dejected.
The young official in particular was pale and hollow-eyed, looking utterly bereft of his soul. He had become a walking corpse, following the Flying Carriage step by step.
From time to time, he looked toward the tightly closed curtains.
He seemed to have already imagined just how intimate the Female Emperor and the Demon Venerable would be inside the Flying Carriage.
And all of this felt like knives carving through her heart!
It hurt! It hurt so much!
The young official was overcome with grief, feeling as though his heart were dripping blood.
And just then...
"Mmm~"
A soft, delicate moan rang out.
It drifted slowly out of the Flying Carriage, pouring straight into his mind like a demonic sound invading his ears.
The young official shuddered violently and froze in place. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his face as pale as paper.
He deeply adored and revered the Female Emperor!
As her follower, he naturally could not have been more familiar with his Female Emperor's voice.
Thus, he could easily tell that the soft moan just now had come from the Female Emperor,