Su Yan couldn't help but a thought flashed through her mind.
If the Emperor were to wage war against their family, she wondered who would emerge victorious.
Chu Yuxiao walked along without a sideways glance, seemingly unfazed by it all.
As the three of them walked along the corridor, they were approached by a woman dressed in white garments.
Supported by a maidservant, she took small, delicate steps, moving slowly, her gaze nonchalantly wandering from left to right.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, her skin very pale, not the natural fairness, but the pallor of someone who hadn't seen the sun in a long time.
Her facial features were graceful and exquisite, her phoenix eyes brimming with a quiet charm, seemingly capable of speech, sparkling with a lively radiance.
Upon seeing them, the woman paused for a moment, then stopped in her tracks without proceeding further.
