So it became more and more unfathomable, more and more turbulent.
She nearly couldn't suppress it, but in the end, it was the humiliation that saved her, allowing her to swiftly come back to her senses.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, she hastily retreated, her black hair cascading down from her imperial crown, even somewhat disheveled.
The ripple of light in those phoenix eyes was dense like the spring waters.
Anyone who glanced at the Empress could tell she was afflicted with the stirrings of spring, which was utterly unacceptable to her.
Thus, she snorted coldly, a flick of her hand sent a gust of qi that swept past, instantly creating a dense fog that veiled her cheeks, making them appear hazy even to those standing right in front of her, utterly indiscernible.
However, even that fleeting moment had been witnessed by the civil and military officials, and in an instant, the ministers of Tang were dumbstruck, each one of them distressed as if struck by lightning.
