As her Third Seal started to unveil, Yi Ling gazed at the paintings, each brushstroke a testament to Mu Xin's unyielding love and sorrow. The image of the regal woman, so familiar yet so distant, stirred something deep within her. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her chest, as if an invisible hand was tearing at her very soul. Her vision blurred, and she gripped the edge of the desk, struggling to remain upright.
In the midst of her pain, memories flooded Yi Ling's mind. She saw fragments of a past life, a grand palace where she once walked as a queen, her husband and son by her side. The voice echoed in her mind, "Save my husband and son. I will grant you my powers, as long as you save them. Allow me to shoulder your burdens as you shoulder mine." Each word intensified the pain, resonating through her entire being.
