Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Luo Manxue watched with a smile on her face, but in reality, she was about to grind her teeth to powder.

The three people were talking.

The monkey spirits came down one by one.

"Let's go in!"

After resting, the monkey was even more energetic.

A pair of small eyes were fixed intently on the direction of the palace.

"Let's go!"

Li nodded.

The group then headed towards the palace ahead.

Yuan Qingyou walked up to Li, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

In short... it wasn't that I was nervous.

Once inside the palace, everything that needed to end, should end.

Upon reaching the palace gates, the group faced another dilemma.

This magnificent golden gate is extremely difficult to open, even in the first place.

"Qingyou, why don't you try using your blood?!"

Li walked up to Yuan Qingyou and asked.

"Um!!"

Yuan Qingyou looked at the gate in front of her, took out a dagger, cut her finger, and then pressed her blood-stained finger against the golden gate.

"Buzzing—"

After a few more sounds, the gate emitted bursts of light once more.

"Rumble--"

Then, with another series of sounds, the door opened.

After a cloud of dust, its splendor slowly began to emerge.

"go in!"

Looking at everything inside, Li's eyes suddenly lit up.

The people around him followed him inside.

No one asked Yuan Qingyou how her fingers were, not even Li, who was used to putting on a show of politeness.

Yuan Qingyou naturally had no other thoughts about these people.

Why would unrelated people be sad?

She bandaged the wound on her finger with cotton cloth before following behind them.

"This palace is truly beautiful!!"

The group went inside, their eyes darting about, whispering amongst themselves.

The journey forward was very smooth.

Li led the way, and instead of wandering aimlessly through the palace, he went directly to Wu Zetian's bedroom.

The door to the bedchamber opened with a gentle push.

What came into view was a red carpet embroidered with flying dragons in gold thread.

The group went up.

The blanket was unexpectedly soft; when she stepped on it, it felt like walking on clouds.

Following the blanket further inside, one can smell a refreshing fragrance.

It's this delicate fragrance that makes one's thoughts seem to freeze in place.

They walked all the way to the inner palace, and there they saw Wu Zetian lying on the dragon bed.

When Wu Zetian passed away, she was already very old, so her appearance lying here is naturally not presentable.

I just don't know what she was using to her advantage.

After so many years, the body has not decayed at all, which is really strange.

A circle of men knelt around her dragon bed.

Each of them was dressed in very luxurious clothes, but they were all kneeling respectfully on the ground.

From this angle, it's really hard to see what their faces look like.

Are all these men lying down male concubines?

Luo Manxue suddenly became very interested.