Who cooked?

"Hahaha, is that what happened?" Fu Zhao asked with a soft chuckle. She was sitting in her office, while the video of Mo Qiang threatening to pay the commenters who left rude remarks about Mo Xifeng, a visit was playing on the transparent computer screen. 

The screen was floating two inches above the surface of the table to give Fu Zhao a better view and behind that very screen stood her aide. Ma Yun watched the Empress laugh as if she were watching a comedy show and a helpless expression was etched on her face. 

"Your majesty, this is no time to be laughing," Ma Yun remarked. Her eyes flickered over to the screen and even though she couldn't see what was playing on the screen, Ma Yun had watched the video too many times to not remember the content of it. "You want a woman like such to take the throne? I believe the people of the Imperial Star would be the first to refuse."