As the weather was good, Lengmei reclined comfortably on the couch, bathed in the sunshine.
When she was about to pick up a grape and put it into her mouth with her slender fingers, Lengmei paused as if she had thought of something. Then she put the grape back and beckoned one of her maids over.
"What has the b***h Tang Xia been doing these days?" Lengmei asked lazily, raising her eyes slightly.
"Your Grace." The maid bowed to Lengmei and whispered in her ear, "According to the spy's report, the empress is practicing novel dance in her yard as if she is plotting something."
Lengmei snorted as she looked into the distance, muttering, "Hm, it seems that what I've done is not enough! How could that b***h practice dancing leisurely?"
Lengmei stood up from the couch immediately. "You,
