In the depths of Mount Xianglu, Wen Chanyi's mind was abuzz with thoughts. She had finally made her ultimate decision. As her water sleeves fluttered, the paper umbrella in her hand also swayed gently.
Before long, she walked directly into the sky filled with maple leaves, step by step towards the valley. With each step she took, her footsteps grew lighter.
Eventually, she transformed back into that smiling beauty, the female ghost with irresistible charm.
Her face remained completely undisturbed, as if all lies were nonexistent to her.
After all, she knew the Empress all too well. Although the Empress was arrogant and lofty, her disposition was exceptionally cold and she was also extraordinarily clever. There were few who could fool the Empress's eyes.
If she wasn't fully prepared, she might be seen through by the Empress, and then her death would be certain.
Soon, Wen Chanyi's figure vanished amidst the maple leaves, taking her schemes with her.
