As the long summon was announced, everyone turned to look at the entrance. Back facing the sunlight, the woman stepped in with her head raised high. It was still a very eye-catching red robe, and her long shadow was reflected on the dark red palace door studded with copper. She seemed slightly thinner, but her back was straightened.
Meng Fuyao stared at the pair of eyes not covered by her veil, and her heart slightly thumped. This woman had lifeless eyes, like a pond of stagnant water. It was silent but shockingly eerie.
