When Chen Yi returned to the burial chamber with Lin Wanxiao, her face flushed and burning with embarrassment, Empress An immediately stood up with a "swoosh."
She noticed Lin Wanxiao limping with each step, her eyes full of admiration for Chen Yi's work.
"Look at that, look at that, such strength,"
Empress An said with a faint smile:
"Yi'er, are you proud of yourself?"
"...Not particularly."
For some reason, facing Empress An at this moment, Chen Yi felt an awkwardness akin to being in front of his parents, at times not knowing what to say.
But, after all, he was not Xia Qi, and Empress An was not from the Tushan Clan.
"Let's go, Madam,"
Chen Yi said softly.
As they left the burial chamber, Chen Yi once again saw the waiting female crown who now stood solemnly, radiant and immaculate.
"Shall we continue?" Chen Yi asked.
The female crown smiled and nodded, then followed behind Chen Yi.
"You don't seem angry,"
Chen Yi said with a chuckle.
