The heavy air in the imperial hall thickened as the great doors creaked open. The murmurs of officials and nobles quieted, all heads turning toward the entrance.
A figure stepped inside, draped in dark robes embroidered with silver, the shimmering threads catching the dim candlelight. She walked with measured grace, neither hurried nor hesitant, her gaze steady as it swept across the gathered court.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the Emperor's sharp eyes flickered with recognition. The Third Prince's smirk froze for a fraction of a second before he quickly masked it with a polite expression. Liang Feng, standing alone at the center of it all, let out the faintest breath of relief.
Yet, it was the older ministers who reacted first, those who had served the court long enough to recall a certain noble lineage. Some shifted in their seats, exchanging uncertain glances.
It was the Feng Clan's youngest young miss.
