The Emperor had once welcomed a gentle and virtuous lady of nobility into the palace, but now, with a mere flick of her hand, she could summon the clouds and command the rain—her gaze alone was murderous.
Di Ge sat upon the royal throne, her fingers gently tapping the Dragon Chair, while her other hand fiddled with the Jade Seal.
The sight of those slender jade fingers playing with the Jade Seal was somewhat shocking.
Capricious and unrestrained, yet beneath the carelessness, there lay a lurking lethality.
"We have heard that our neighboring country has offered their prince as a hostage to us," Di Ge suddenly smiled, her voice low, "Has Lord Ximen grown too impatient, or is it that the young prince is so beautiful that Lord Ximen's heart has softened?"
"This humble servant dares not," Lord Ximen immediately knelt down, and Shen Zheng hardly needed to act anymore, for his forehead was truly covered in cold sweat from what Qiao Xiaren had said.
