At this moment, Zhao'er was dressed in an expensive women's outfit, her hair tied back in a youthful ponytail. Such attire and temperament would bring any man to his knees, willing to lick her shoes.
However, Zhao'er's face did not bear the usual indifferent smile. Instead, it was replaced with a coldness that could extinguish all things, as if everything in the eyes of the world were no more than dust to her!
"What's wrong? You just said you thought that girl group's singing was quite pleasant. What did they do to annoy you? I'll have them apologize to you."
The Empress's mouth hinted at a smile as she turned to look at the six young and beautiful girls huddled in the corner, all of whom were terrified, some even with tear-stained faces and their makeup smeared.
Before the Empress could speak again, Zhao'er's figure blurred, transforming into a swift shadow that flitted by.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, the Empress dashed after her just as quickly.
