Stepping forward, past the door, the Wang Family Elder saw a beautiful figure seated on a meditation cushion.
It was a woman draped in a purple robe, her beauty nearly unreal.
Her face was as fair and smooth as white jade, with elegantly curved eyebrows, eyes like black gems, glistening red lips, and a cascade of smooth purple hair like silk.
Seated on the cushion, she seemed like a Divine Lotus, serene and luminous as jade.
The elder only glanced once before lowing his eyes, beginning to understand the former Crown Prince of Chu Nation's feelings.
Such a nation-enthralling beauty, no wonder the former Crown Prince was captivated.
"Old Wang, I remember that the Wang, Liu, and Yang families joined forces to assassinate one person, but it seems the attempt was unsuccessful."
"Your Majesty..."
"Just call me Song Xi," the lady interrupted with a light chuckle, cutting off the elder's words.
"Miss Song, we failed, everyone besides myself perished."
