In the languid afternoon, the palace halls whispered with the secrets of a thousand years.
Elina, her posture a study in elegance and submission, turned towards Wang Xiao, her voice clear and crisp. "The Queen should be beyond that door," she said, her eyes lowering in a graceful bow before she drifted away, her steps silent against the marble floor.
Wang Xiao stood alone, enveloped in the grandeur of the hallway.
The journey through the palace's labyrinthine paths, under Elina's guidance, felt like a descent into another world.
The very thought of meeting the so-called 'Queen' had been a persistent whisper in his mind for what seemed like an eternity.
Yet, the path to the throne room was not one to be taken lightly.
Wang Xiao's thoughts shifted to Yin Yue, 'Are there any threats beyond this door?' he inquired, silently.
[No threats, the queen seems pretty normal as well,] came the reassuring reply from Yin Yue.
