Hua Yan listened to Hua Zhuo's words, her mind clashing with the sounds of ironclad horses, unable to utter even a single word.
Hua Zhuo continued, "You have traveled all over the world, yet you purposefully avoid Capital City, you take over the Hua Family without ever browsing through the royal secrets, shunning the Royal Family, not even touching historical records from the previous dynasty. In the eighth hidden compartment of your study, there lies a half-finished portrait that you drew when you were three. After you stopped painting, you sealed it away and never opened it again. Caught off guard by the Empress Dowager's imperial order to marry, it threw you into a panic."
Hua Yan remained stiff as a statue, motionless.
