Xinyue Zhilan shook her head, sinking back onto the bed and rubbing her forehead in frustration. "It's bad... I don't know what we can do or what we can't..." She glanced toward Mei, the weight of the situation bearing down on her.
The "Prince" Mei referred to could only mean the Eight Prince, the sole ruler of the most mysterious and hidden continent in the world—Atlantia.
If her daughter had truly been harmed by him, the situation was far more complicated than she could have imagined.
They would need to gather significant support to stand against him, and even then, success was far from guaranteed.
She knew there were many who harbored grudges against the Eight Prince, who would leap at the chance to oppose him.
But to do that, Mei would have to reveal everything that had happened to her—a burden that would be crushing for her to bear.
Even then, dealing with the Eight Prince would be almost impossible.
