"You are dismissed."
Emperor Xia waved her hand dismissively, then turned and returned to the palace.
She had already sent away all the palace maids and eunuchs, leaving only a few trusted female attendants.
Her gaze swept over the vast, empty palace, finally landing on the glittering golden Throne at the head of the hall.
"Replace the Throne. Swap it for a comfortable couch..." she mused for a moment before giving the order.
After her cultivation broke through to the Eighth Realm, her mindset had grown more unrestrained and natural.
Before, she had been constrained by various factors. She had even modeled her bearing and conduct on the Ancient Emperors from the history books. But now... she understood a certain truth.
So-called 'propriety' was built upon strength and fists.
After today, even if she were to casually recline on a couch, what would the court officials dare to say?
"Yes." The few female attendants quickly got to work.
