Gongsun Liuying furrowed her brows: "What do you mean?"
Meng Qianqian curved her lips into a faint smile.
Gongsun Liuying was about to ask more questions when hurried footsteps echoed from outside the hall, followed by a little eunuch's excited announcement: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! A Witch from Witch Mountain has arrived, claiming to be the Wushan Envoy! She bears gifts to present to Your Majesty!"
"The Wushan Envoy?"
Emperor Liang's gaze flickered sharply. "Quickly invite them…"
He was just about to instruct them to be led to the Imperial Study Room when his vision turned dark, and he collapsed back into his bamboo chair.
Consort Hu hurriedly stepped forward to steady him: "Your Majesty!"
Meng Qianqian said, "Your Majesty, you've just undergone acupuncture treatment—please rest for a while longer."
Though Emperor Liang did not get along with Miaojiang, Witch Mountain held unparalleled reverence within Miaojiang and was regarded as divine even throughout the Southwest.
