Mu Yunxi was a figure of icy elegance, her demeanor as cold and unapproachable as the frost-kissed peaks of the Wu Shui Empire's highest mountains.
Her noble bearing was not without reason; she was the disciple of a peerless figure, a legend whose name alone could silence entire battlefields.
Yet, beneath her aloof exterior lay a hidden vulnerability—her identity as one of the last remnants of the fallen Mu Dynasty.
This lineage, once revered, now made her a target, a relic of a bygone era struggling to survive under the oppressive shadow of Emperor Wu Daoshi's reign.
Her pride was her shield, but it was a fragile one, for she had little means to defend herself against the overwhelming power of the current regime.
"Your identity is truly special, Princess Yunxi..." Xiao Ming remarked with a casual smile, his tone light but his eyes sharp, observing her every reaction.
