Cai Wei walked directly into Empress Mo's sleeping chamber. The chamber was like a sea of flowers, vibrant and beautiful with dozens of pots of rare flowers arranged all around, each competing for attention as they bloomed in their full glory.
Behind the bed curtain, embroidered with a flock of birds turning to a phoenix, Empress Mo deeply slept on the sandalwood carved bed. In the dim light of the sheep horn lamp, her cold and beautiful cheeks unexpectedly revealed two rows of shallow tear tracks. It seemed as if she had just been crying.
This cold-hearted woman can cry?
Cai Wei sneered, feeling as if she had just seen crocodile tears. She turned around to rummage through the Empress's dressing table.
"Yi'er..."
From the bed, there came a low murmur.
Cai Wei froze, stiffly turning around, her guarded eyes on the bed. But she saw that Empress Mo was still sleeping deeply, without any sign of waking up.
Ho, sleep talking, Cai Wei patted her chest, exhaling slowly.