Concubine (1)

Gu Yanfei subconsciously touched the compass hidden in her sleeve, but she immediately remembered that her compass was broken. She regretfully stopped and could only stroke her sleeve.

"Empress Dowager, may I ask what you want me to calculate?" Gu Yanfei stared into Empress Dowager Yuan's eyes and smiled.

Empress Dowager Yuan met Gu Yanfei's eyes steadily. A graceful and noble smile appeared on her face, but her eyes were cold.

Her right hand gently rubbed against a small gilded stove. Her fair and tender fingers were well-maintained, as delicate and flawless as an 18-year-old girl's.

After a long silence, Empress Dowager Yuan said, "Then… how about you calculate how the Emperor's dragon body is?"

Her voice was neutral, neither angry nor angry. It was impossible to tell if she was happy or angry.

After this sentence, everyone fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed, and even the sound of breathing seemed to quieten.