Hua Rong opened her eyes, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Emperor Bumie only came to his senses when he heard Hua Rong's voice.

He calmly straightened up and said, "Over the years, Mother Consort really hasn't changed at all."

Before Hua Rong could speak, he added, "I heard that the Empress Dowager has invited Mother Consort to attend this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet."

Hua Rong waved her hand dismissively, "What kind of party is this? We won't get enough to eat, and we'll have to dress up and act like statues. No way."

Seeing Hua Rong's childlike expression and actions, Di Bumie's lips curled up slightly.

However, when he spoke, his tone was very serious: "Mother, may your son become the emperor?"

In short, Hua Rong was so scared that most of her sleepiness disappeared.

She sat up, looked at Di Bumie in front of her, and raised an eyebrow: "You want to be the emperor."

Emperor Bumie nodded. "That's right."

Hua Rong frowned.

She didn't actually want Di Bumie to become emperor.

After all, emperors are creatures who die young and have little happiness.

But she paid the price to reverse time and lock this space in time, wasn't it all to make Emperor Immortal happy?

Moreover, if this space continues to exist, it may damage the very root of our origin.

She's not that great.

"Okay, I understand."

Hua Rong looked at Di Bumie and said this, then instructed Cai He: "Cai He, go to the Empress's palace and tell her that I will be there on time for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in a few days."

"Yes!" Caihe smiled.

She felt that the Empress's recent excessive sleepiness was likely due to being cooped up for too long.

More than ten years! The Emperor is too cruel.

The Empress is too stubborn.

Fortunately, Her Majesty is about to leave Cangmei Palace!