The Royal Highness - C2

Xiang Ye left his seat and walked towards the empress dowager. He bowed respectfully as he said, “Imperial Mother’s favorite song and dance is about to begin, but it’s a pity that your son is going to the upper yang palace to see the empress. He can’t accompany Imperial Mother to admire the song and dance.”

Empress Dowager Shen was in her late forties, and could still see the splendor of her youth beneath her tall bun. After experiencing those seven years of turmoil, every time she saw what her son was about to do, she would feel anxious in her heart. This was the heart of a mother, but her son was already an emperor.

In order to wait for the Emperor’s arrival, the upper yang palace was brightly lit. Looking from afar in the darkness, it was like a pearl that had fallen into the tai-fluid pool from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Behind the main hall of the upper yang palace was the bedchamber where the Empress lived, separated by a garden, which led from the tai-fluid pool to the lake water. On the water surface, there was a bridge, and as they walked past the lacquered bamboo bridge, they arrived at the main entrance of the bedchamber.

At this moment, news had already reached them that the Emperor was about to arrive, and that the Empress was already waiting in front of the door, surrounded by the palace maids.

Qiu Miner had never seen the emperor. Ten years ago, when she followed his grandmother to the village ancestral home, she had only returned for three days. Yes, after returning to the capital, he had not even seen his mother for three days.

How could the young daughter of the Prime Minister’s House’s concubine have the thought of shouldering the entire family one day? It was even more impossible for his to have the presumptuous thought of becoming the empress. My son has always wanted to bring my mother to the countryside to live a peaceful life. During these ten years, I don’t know what kind of life she has lived in Prime Minister’s House.

An attendant entered from the main hall’s back door. They couldn’t leave the bamboo bridge, so they hurried along the corridor before kneeling down. “Reporting to the empress, the emperor has decreed that all formalities be dispensed with.”

The palace maids and senior servants whispered among themselves. One of them said, “Then … “You want me to just go straight to bed?”

The palace maids supported her from both sides as they helped her turn around. “Esteemed Empress, your servants will dress you right away.”

One thousand three hundred and ninety-eight was the number of steps the Emperor had taken to get across the bridge. The ladies had to take off her heavy clothes before the Emperor arrived.

The harem could only keep a white robe, but there was nothing underneath.

She could tell that the maidservants were all afraid of the Emperor, and the anxiety in their voices was written all over their faces.

She knew that the Tiandin Emperor was the last victor of the Seven Year Chaos, walking all the way from the Jizhou to the capital, stepping over the smoke and fire, the sword in his hand, had killed countless of strong enemies, and in the end, used the blood of the Zhao’s royal grandson as a sacrifice to heaven and earth.

Such a person was either a god or a demon.