Empress Yuan stood, composed, looking Zhangsun Wuji up and down with a cold glare that displayed no hints of their mother-son relationship.
"Have you been healthy, Mother?" Zhangsun Wuji asked expressionlessly with a slight bow. "Please pardon me for not having welcomed your arrival, as I had no idea."
"Save it," Empress Yuan said curtly. "It's good enough that you do not fault others. Who would dare find fault with you?"
As if he hadn't heard anything Zhangsun Wuji continued, "I have tasks to handle. I will visit you when they are done. The scenery in Huazhou is decent. If you like it, I can arrange for the local official to take you on a tour."
"What are you going to do?" Empress Yuan questioned, before spotting Meng Fuyao, who was standing behind him. "Whose wild child is that? Not paying any respect?"
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Meng Fuyao stepped forward and was about to bow when Zhangsun Wuji stopped her. "She is an outside official. I'll send her out right now."
Meng Fuyao stood still, feeling the empress' arrow-like gaze falling onto her body. The empress sized her up as if understanding something and falling into thought. "Is she the one who single-handedly saved Yaocheng by impersonating the grain transportation officer to destroy King De's army? Surnamed Meng?"
Her words exited her mouth like sharpened knives, and before Zhangsun Wuji or Meng Fuyao had time to react she continued, waving her sleeve, "Men–––"
"Withdraw, General Meng," Zhangsun Wuji ordered quickly.
"Yes!" Meng Fuyao bowed and took three steps back before turning around.
"Hold up."
Meng Fuyao felt a hole burning into her back as the empress spoke, "How dare you leave as you please when I am talking?"
While her back was facing the empress, Meng Fuyao sighed. 'Why is his mom like that? I'm not your stupid subject, so why wouldn't I dare leave? If not for him, I'd even give you a good ass-kicking.'
"Empress," Meng Fuyao bowed upon turning back around. "Your humble servant was simply fulfilling His Highness's order. He told me to retreat, and I had to abide. Also, I haven't heard anything stating that a royal member in a respective nation has the power to order and prosecute officials outside of their region."
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"You!" Empress Yuan shouted, her pearl crown trembling slightly. Biting her teeth, she added, "Indeed a wild, mannerless child! You don't know what death is."
"You are being mannerless, Mother," Zhangsun Wuji took over in a calm voice. "This is an outstanding minister of Wuji, the sole hero behind King De's fall. Father had just bestowed her the title of a general, and in Wuji court, my men are all endlessly grateful for her and her loyalty. As the mother and leader of the nation, you have indeed lost your courtesy and disappointed the officers and soldiers who had fought hard in battle."
"Outstanding minister?" Empress Yuan repeated, mockingly pricking her brows. "The world has overturned. The truly loyal minister has been locked up while this child over here has become an outstanding minister. Hah, hah."
She let out two laughs and stepped forward slowly. Bells rang as she moved, echoing throughout the garden corridor and producing a stifling pressure.
Empress Yuan stopped before Meng Fuyao, her swaying pearls reflecting light that concealed her tiger-like gaze. In spite of that, Meng Fuyao could still feel her eyes piercing through her body. The way the empress eyed her up and down wasn't like that directed toward a subject but rather, an enemy.
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