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"Your Majesty, you had another nightmare," Yu Huan said softly, concern and confusion evident in his eyes.
He found it hard to understand; the former emperor used to summon them for companionship every night, but ever since the last meeting with Tang Zhiyun, he had stopped calling any of them to his bed and instead suffered from nightmares every night.
"Hmm? Hmm..." Wen Tian was still not fully awake from the tangled dreams. After a moment of dazed silence, she noticed that dawn was approaching and decided to get up. Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly helped her fasten her cloak and stood respectfully to the side.
Having been here for some time, Wen Tian had fully realized that this was a matriarchal society where women held power over men. The existence of men was merely for the servitude of women and to carry on their lineage.
Of course, there were a few who managed to achieve some success, but the odds were less than one in a thousand. Women could have multiple husbands or lovers, while men could only keep themselves clean at home, thinking about how to serve the women in their lives. Their status was even lower than that of the courtesans in the alleyways.
Thus, within her palace, all the eunuchs were male while the guards were female. Even the attendants who bathed her were healthy men, available at any time for her pleasure. Wen Tian had gradually adjusted from her initial embarrassment to a growing sense of acceptance.
Closing her eyes, she let the sound of the flute wash over her, slowly easing the resentment and restlessness brought on by her nightmares.
"Who is playing the flute?" It had been going on for several days now.
Yu Huan felt as if he were walking on thin ice. After hesitating for a moment, he finally replied cautiously, "It is Tang Zhiyun..."
Wen Tian was taken aback; it was him.
After the morning court session, her chancellors had come again, persistently advocating for Tang Zhiyun's case. This ongoing "bombardment" puzzled Wen Tian. Although Tang Zhiyun was the son of a former minister and the last remaining heir of the the Tang Family, he shouldn't be receiving such attention.
"Sister Wang, please consider the loyalty and contributions of the the Tang Family over generations to the court and release Tang Zhiyun."
Watching the court below as they knelt before her, with concern and tension etched on her face, Ju Xiang began to understand what was happening. From Yu Huan, she learned that this Queen was deeply fond of Sister Wang, which explained why the Queen had hesitated to take action against Tang Zhiyun. It seemed that the ministers' pleas were also made at Sister Wang's behest.
Well, she had originally been angry with Tang Zhiyun solely because of the grievances from their past life; it wasn't a personal vendetta against him. Moreover, she had already punished him and confined him. The Jing Qiu Palace was a cold palace, and Tang Zhiyun was not her favored consort; keeping him there indefinitely was not ideal.
"Enough, you may rise. My actions were prompted by Tang Zhiyun's arrogance and disregard for the law. Consider this a small lesson for him. As long as he sincerely repents, I will not make things difficult for him," Wen Tian said lazily, adopting the demeanor of a queen and slightly raising her chin.
Ju Xiang was overjoyed. "Zhi Yun won't do that. Although he can be stubborn, he understands the proper etiquette. Perhaps he was unwell on the day of his performance, which caused his rudeness. I apologize on his behalf to Sister Wang."
Wen Tian propped her chin on one hand, leaning against her phoenix chair, and teased, "It seems you are quite fond of him."
Ju Xiang's face flushed red, revealing a shy demeanor that contrasted sharply with her usual fierce presence on the battlefield that struck fear into her enemies. She stamped her foot in indignation and scolded, "Sister Wang, you know very well already; why ask?"
Wen Tian looked at Ju Xiang, smiling with a mix of teasing, bravado, and the calm detachment expected of a ruler. Only she knew that the bitterness had long been well concealed in her heart.
Though it was a female-led nation, the queens throughout history had always placed great importance on military training. Therefore, as soon as the first day of the month arrived, Wen Tian was dressed in armor and taken to the training grounds for inspection as soon as she woke up.
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