Not turning around, Zhangsun Wuji repeated, "Escort the Empress back to rest!"
The guards hesitated but complied, only to be stopped by the Empress. "Withdraw! Is this a place for you to interfere? I come and go as I please. Let us see who would dare touch me."
Zhangsun Wuji reciprocated her gaze and laughed. "No one can touch you, Mother. You can do anything you want to, but let me remind you that I have the power to discipline people. If you make me feel uneasy, I will have no choice but to take action. Do as you deem fit."
"You!"
Zhangsun Wuji grabbed Meng Fuyao and walked away. Reaching the middle of the long corridor, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but turn around. She spotted the noble lady shuddering in her bright yellow robe. From afar she no longer looked imposing. Instead, she appeared weak and fragile, like a dried leaf that was floating helplessly amid the whole palace of blooming flowers.
