Golden Palace.
When Empress Isabella returned, there was a trace of weariness on her beautiful face. She waved her hand to dismiss those around her and walked alone into the luxurious hall.
"Her Majesty the Empress."
"Her Majesty the Empress," two maids with lovely faces bowed nervously in salute.
Empress Isabella glanced at them and waved her hand, saying, "Leave."
After speaking, she directly walked toward Su Ziyu, sat down in front of him, and rubbed her forehead with her slender, fair fingers before pouring herself a glass of wine.
"How is it?" Su Ziyu turned off the projector in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Has the rebellion been quelled?"
"Yes." Empress Isabella's gaze fell upon Su Ziyu, carefully scrutinizing the man in front of her, with a faint hint of vulnerability in her eyes. She said softly, "There are still Archbishops within the Mechanical Pantheon who are loyal to me. I have temporarily entrusted the affairs of the Church to them."
