Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, somehow, Princess Yunrou had silently appeared from the shadows.
Her face was gloomy, and her gaze on Su Luo was like that of a viper, as if she wished to bite and venomously kill her at the next moment.
Under such a gaze, Su Luo felt her scalp tingling.
The image of Princess Yunrou she had, was one that remained after she became the Empress, after Wei Jin had used his methods to kill Wei Jiuzhong and ascended to the throne. At that time, Princess Yunrou's mother was already dead, her elder brother from the same mother, too, had passed away.
She was no longer the spoiled and indulgent young person she used to be, maintaining her silence and being cautious in her speech.
Only once, Su Luo saw her kicking a palace maid, who had misspoken, into the Cuiwei River in the Imperial Garden, vaguely revealing her domineering and extravagant demeanor.
But now, it seemed as though the girl had grown up crooked.
