The door of Taiji Palace was pushed open, and the wind blew and drizzled.
Wei Desheng had already gone back to rest, and his disciple Wei Zhong was on night duty. When he saw who it was, he quickly took a few steps forward and lowered his voice.
"Empress?"
Behind her were seven or eight people, including Empress Wang, eunuchs, serving girls, and trusted nannies.
"I heard that the emperor has summoned a dancer to serve him?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she had already strode inside. When Empress Wang reached the door, the palace maid had already pushed it open. It was as if no one was there. Wei Zhong was dumbfounded, but he did not dare to stop her or make a sound. He only followed Empress Wang into the West Hall.
