If Empress Song were to overhear the exchange between Wufu and Ah Jiu, she would probably sigh, thinking that every one of their guesses hit the mark.
At this moment, in a small mountain estate on the outskirts of the city, Empress Song looked at the man before her, her expression unspeakably ugly. Her gaze settled on the man with the drooping mustache standing in front: "Li Kui?"
Li Kui, Junior Minister of the Guanglu Temple. She hadn't expected that Lu Shenxing could still plant a man in an official post among the civil bureaucracy, and one of the fifth rank at that.
"Your Ladyship." Li Kui bowed respectfully to Empress Song.
Empress Song let out a self-mocking snort: "I am a Deposed Empress; what right have I to be called 'Your Ladyship'? Call me Madam."
