C199 The Jokes of Heaven

On the ninth day of August, dawn was approaching.

Yan Hongye opened her eyes slightly as if she had been pushed hard by something in the darkness.

Immediately, Qingmann's voice rang loudly in his ear, "Young mistress?!"

"The Empress is awake?" "Yes!"

"Hurry, hurry and call His Majesty. The Empress is awake!" "Consort Yan has woken up — —"

Seriously, he woke up just like that