"Earlier, those fellows were talking about the street lights in the palace again," the empress said unhappily while sitting at her desk.
On the table between Ren Baqian and the empress was a hotpot exuding a nice aroma. Nearby, there was an ice box with a fan blowing cold air in their direction.
"Your Majesty is angry again?" Ren Baqian filled the wine cup for the empress and asked with a smile.
The empress grunted softly. Anyway, Dayao's imperial court was filled with tough and thick-skinned officials, so giving them two kicks or a few slaps wasn't a big deal.
The empress downed a cup of wine before grumbling, "I have explained it to them before, but they can't understand and always think of me as being too extravagant. Anyway, it isn't up to them to question what I do!"
In fact, the last sentence was she wanted to say.
Other people would answer any questions a few times and would be able to clear the doubts.