The Noble Consort Mu and others hurriedly knelt before Emperor Xuanjing to greet him.
Though the Empress Dowager was quite old, she was still sharp. She glanced up and down at Emperor Xuanjing—he didn't seem to be indulging excessively—could there really be something else going on?
Emperor Xuanjing felt somewhat awkward under his mother's scrutiny.
"Weiwei," the Empress Dowager sighed, "What on earth is going on these past days?"
"Mother," Emperor Xuanjing sighed, rubbing his temples with his hand, "Recently, I haven't been sleeping well due to these dreams. I thought perhaps having someone around might help, so I summoned them to try, but it still didn't work." That means the eight people he called weren't the ones who cursed him.
