Outside Chang'an.
After a bout of dispute, time was already late, and the prime moment for enjoying the maple leaves had passed.
Neither the Empress nor the Empress Dowager said more. They each boarded the Flying Chariot and sat at its forefront in silence, the atmosphere remaining exceptionally tense, as if a drawn sword hung in the air.
The Empress Dowager, just as before, wore a gentle smile, a touch of allure in her phoenix eyes. She sat beside Fang Yang, her graceful curves pressing close to him, radiating heat, and emitting a faint, delicate fragrance.
The Empress, harboring doubts and naturally of a cool temperament, in a moment of grief and anger, was unwilling to bow down to the Demon Lord. But now, seeing the Empress Dowager acting in such a manner, she felt an inexplicable stirring in her heart, an unaccountable irritability.
