The rain continued to fall, pattering on the umbrella, making sounds as dull and desolate as ever.
Everything seemed incomparably bleak.
Chu Lian'er, holding her pipa, stood amidst the wind and rain, gazing intently at the Empress.
If she were not a courtesan, if she were not so meek as she was now, could there exist even a sliver of hope for her to be with the Demon Lord?
Sometimes, such thoughts would arise from deep within her heart, but she would quickly extinguish them, for, after all, there are no "ifs" in this world.
The Empress, lofty and destined to be remembered in history, who could compete with the man admired by the Empress? At least not her, a humble oiran.
While she was secretly sighing, pondering thousands of schemes, several richly dressed young men walked slowly towards her in the wind and rain, their faces carrying a cold smile, just looking at her indifferently.
