Capital, King Zhen's Mansion.
Ye Zhuchan stood with her hands behind her back, quietly gazing out the window at the pair of butterflies dancing playfully among the flowerbeds in the courtyard, her elegant brows furrowed, worry etched across her forehead.
Zhuge Xuanji sat at the table, constantly shaking the Compass for divination.
Any slight laxity, and he could feel the murderous intent from the woman, like a tangible sword pointing at him.
Yeying sat nearby, her expression complex.
Looking at Ye Zhuchan's slender and delicate figure, she still hadn't come out of her shock, with countless questions swirling inside, yet facing the woman's indifferent jade-like face, she found it difficult to speak.
"It's done! This kid succeeded!"
Zhuge Xuanji suddenly exclaimed, slapping the table.
Ye Zhuchan turned around abruptly.
