Idly Listening to Falling Flowers While Sending a Sword

Chen Changsheng had already said his farewells to his senior brother, but before he left, he naturally had to pay Mo Yu a visit as well.

Mo Yu had been a renowned beauty of the capital, and now she was even more gorgeous and moving.

He knew that she was not deliberately tempting him. It was just too hot here. Not even the cooling array in the hall seemed to be of any use.

"This place is too small."

He looked around and commented.

This place was a specially partitioned room behind the great hall. Compared to the other buildings of the Imperial Palace, it truly was extremely small, and it wasn't well-ventilated either.

"Before the Empress began to rule from behind the curtain, she learned governance from Emperor Xian for twenty-some years. This is the room that she listened from."

Mo Yu mocked, "When His Majesty just entered the palace, the venerable Daoist would sit here when court was in session. For me to sit here now, am I in some way unqualified?"