The Emperor Makes You Look!

Qingxin Hall.

The hall no longer held its former bustle and seemed somewhat deserted.

Maid Baiyue carried a jade basin containing several crystalline spirit plants that gave off a faint chill. The edges of their leaves had already curled slightly and yellowed.

She softly reminded Li Yingluo, whose brows and eyes could not conceal her agitation as she reclined on the soft couch:

"Your Highness, the Breath-Regulating Flowers presented by the Southern Territory Attendants the day before yesterday will likely lose their medicinal potency if they are not used soon."

"Then let them wither. I'm not in the mood to take them right now." Li Yingluo did not even raise her eyelids, remaining languidly reclined, her voice utterly devoid of interest.

For the past two days, her mood had been dreadful.

The reason was nothing else—

The news that Ye Li had had his Inspector-General's golden token revoked in the Southern Territory had seemed to grow wings, spreading throughout the circles of powerful figures in the Great Sheng Capital City in no time!

The crowds that had once thronged her gates, with all manner of people endlessly coming to pay their respects or pledge allegiance, had seemingly vanished without a trace overnight!

Even the civil and military officials who had sworn loyalty only recently and whom she had regarded as her own faction had lately found all sorts of excuses to stop visiting!

Before Qingxin Hall, not even a sparrow could be seen.

"Your Highness..."

Baiyue pressed her lips together slightly. Naturally, she knew full well why her mistress was so irritated.

But what could she say at this moment?

Those so-called supporters had come for Ye Li's towering might in slaying Supremes and his immense potential in the first place.

Now that they saw Li Yingluo not only failing