Xuexue sneered repeatedly, saying, "You are the Empress, accusing arbitrarily, don't you worry about having no reason."
The Empress was extremely angry, having forgotten that this was the Prime Minister's funeral scene: "I won't waste words with you anymore, guards, capture this arrogant girl for me."
"Yes."
Dozens of guards pounced like wolves and tigers.
The palace maids beside her were almost dying of anxiety. When the Empress was upset, she surprisingly forgot about the important event of the Prime Minister's coffin, and as they watched the sky grow darker and darker, the burial time calculated by Celestial Master Zhang was about to pass.
The Empress was furious, and the palace maid, hard-headed, whispered another reminder: "Madam, time is running out! We should set off."
The entire street was clogged because the funeral procession had stopped.
