When the figure disappeared, Bai Nuanxi slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze was regal, surveying the room as though from the heights of supreme power.
"Rise, my ministers!" Her commanding voice echoed through the hall, resonant and imposing, as if Consort Zhen herself had ascended to rule from behind the throne.
The powerful aura that surrounded Bai Nuanxi dissipated in an instant as she respectfully bowed toward the judges' table. "My performance is complete."
"Tch, what kind of performance was that?" Sun Qiao scoffed in disdain. "She stood there like a block of wood. Oh wait, not entirely. At least she managed to say a few words." Her voice dripped with derision.
Yet, no one responded to Sun Qiao's biting remarks. The room remained dead silent.
The panel of judges didn't utter a single word. Realizing no one was entertaining her outburst, Sun Qiao awkwardly sat back down, sulking.
