The news of the Emperor's demise in the Dwarf Empire of the North hadn't spread, and the change of hands of Furnace Fortress was still fresh news, yet all of this seemed unrelated to the distant southern regions.
In the Empire of Nanla, within the Imperial Capital's Imperial City, a grand palace stood where a woman listlessly fiddled with the leaves and branches on a windowsill flowerpot with her fingers.
She was stunningly beautiful, yet a persistent fierceness lingered in her brows as if she were troubled by some vexing matter.
"Your Highness!" a maid entered nervously, reminding her mistress that she had urgent matters to report.
The woman didn't turn around, instead she lazily and coldly commanded, "What is it this time... Go on."
Lately, her mood had really been terrible, another new Imperial Concubine seemed to carry the Emperor's child, whether a boy or girl was still unknown, which was absolutely another new threat to her.
