Chapter 0008: Holy Mother Divine Emperor.
His Majesty the Emperor's body is hidden behind the hanging curtain. Through the gauze, only a vaguely visible figure wearing a neutral reddish-yellow robe. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Wan'er is here. Has this little mischievous maid been spreading idle gossip again?"
The voice is slightly hoarse, full of magnetism, but absolutely devoid of any sense of aging.
The Divine Emperor laughed even more joyfully upon hearing these words. Shangguan Wan'er also smiled and paid her respects, then took her seat on the side as granted. Although she was considered one of the Emperor's close attendants, she was far from being as intimate as Wei Tuan'er.
Okay.
The divine emperor pondered for a moment and then said, "From where did that child come?"
Upon hearing the command of the Emperor, Shangguan Wan'er responded respectfully, but she knew in her heart that her plan to stay out of the matter had failed, even the Minister of Rites, Di Shi, was implicated.
Can't sleep at night, still have to stand outside the palace waiting for idlers. Wei Tuan'er seems to be quite resentful, even though Shangguan Wan'er has already apologized, she still stands still, waiting until Shangguan Wan'er puts a sachet containing more than ten mouth sandalwood pills into her hand. Only then does her expression change from anger to joy, and she shows a bit of intimacy, pulling Shangguan Wan'er's wrist and stepping into the palace.
The arrogance of palace maid Wei Tuan'er is reflected in her attire. In the strictly regulated inner palace, the pomegranate red dress she wears is not something a low-ranking palace maid without status could wear.
Wei Tuan'er obediently stepped back, but there was still a trace of unwillingness in her eyes when she saw Shangguan Wan'er being able to approach and discuss matters with His Majesty the Emperor.
Even though Shangguan Wan'er has already engraved this face in her heart, every time she sees it, she can't help but sigh. This is not the bright and beautiful appearance that a woman in her sixties should have. Especially the compelling and heroic spirit between her eyebrows makes even a woman of her age feel ashamed and inferior, unable to compare.
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wan'er quickly made a bowing apology.
In mid-May, the Empress Dowager was bestowed the honorary title of Holy Mother Divine Emperor. However, the current sage still resides in seclusion, as the respectful title of Divine Emperor is only used within the Shangyang Palace. As for the outside world, she is still referred to as the Empress Dowager or Her Majesty the Empress Dowager.
On the steps of the palace, a glamorous maid with a cloud-shaped hairdo looked down at Shangguan Wan'er with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
After an unknown period of sleep, a low voice came from behind the screen of the bed: "Qicairen, His Majesty the Divine Emperor summons you."
Although he is fierce and stubborn, he is ultimately the one who carries my body's pregnancy. Well, let him stay.
It is Shen Zhaoxun.
The Empress Dowager Wu, the Holy Mother of the Great Tang Empire, was currently lying on a luxurious bed, surrounded by silk ropes. On either side of the bed hung curtains, behind which were placed precious treasures and exotic incense burners. Four palace maids held embroidered fans, gently swaying them in the fragrant breeze.
Shangguan Wan'er lowered her head and spoke humbly, without waiting for the Emperor to ask again. She detailed everything that had happened during the day in the palace, without daring to conceal anything.