"I'm alright, Your Majesty." Consort Zhao forced down the complicated feelings swirling within her and sat down opposite Xuanye, feeling more than a little agitated. She couldn't even remember when was the last time both of them played chess together. Frankly, everytime she thought about her relationship with the Emperor, Consort Zhao couldn't help but sigh bleakly.
The Niohuru clan was a large and powerful one. As a young girl, Consort Zhao had been given a thorough education in various art forms in preparation for her certain marriage to the Emperor in the future. She certainly wasn't like Lanqi, who needed the Emperor to guide her every brushstroke.
If Lanqi was a pigeon pecking away on the ground, Consort Zhao was the brilliant phoenix that swooped through the skies in all its glory.
