Fu Zhen stepped over the threshold; a coughing sound echoed from inside the hall, followed by a slightly hoarse female voice: "Have you taken the Divine Pill this morning?"
"I have. How dare I not take it?"
Such a conversation could only be between the Empress and the Emperor.
Fu Zhen looked at her feet, stepped three feet across the threshold, and lifted the corner of her robe to kneel down: "Your servant Fu Zhen greets Your Majesty and Your Grace."
The previous conversation ceased, and soon there was a jingling sound of jewelry; Fu Zhen recognized this subtle fragrance as the magnolia scent used by the palace maids.
Following the magnolia scent, the aroma of herbs gradually grew stronger, accompanied by the steady, slight sound of footsteps.
"Lift your head." The Empress's voice was clear in front, her hoarse voice sounding weary, yet the familiar gentle grace of the founding Empress was still present.
