Hua Qingluo chuckled softly, her rich voice carrying the unique allure of a man.
She reached out her hand and ruffled Zhao Ling'er's small head.
Both cloaked in black, hiding their true faces, Hua Qingluo's hands contrasted with Wu Dao's. Her skin was fair, surpassing the frost and challenging the snow, each finger perfectly proportionate.
In a low voice, she told Zhao Ling'er, "I've waited five years, just for the moment to defeat Chu Yihan, I cannot allow any slip-ups. Xiao Yu is profound in his thoughts, unpredictable. Even though he has his wife as his weak point, I don't fully trust him. After all, in the Great Cheng Dynasty, there are too many remarkable people to beware of, to endure."
She had endured for five years. During the war between the Great Cheng Dynasty and Qi State back then, she held back, simply observing, and didn't dispatch troops; how could she reveal her identity now?
