Evelyn sneered, "She's now Fu Xing's woman; forget about her! You'll never have her in this lifetime."
The man clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes in agony, repressing his voice as he asked, "Was it you who ordered the killing of Ding Xuan?"
"Why? Can't I kill a lowly commoner?" Evelyn replied dismissively.
"She was the adopted daughter of Admiral Fu Guang, not some lowly commoner."
"Does it make a difference?" Evelyn exuded an aristocratic charm mixed with seductiveness, every frown and smile captivating, her distinctive Mecklenburg Royal Family rose-pink hair making her seem like a bewitching goddess straight from a myth.
She was once the elder princess of the Royal Family, the first in line to the Imperial Throne, the true Imperial Moon, Princess Evelyn.
Unfortunately, ten years ago, due to internal struggles within the Royal Family, the weak and benevolent Joseph IV was assassinated, dragging numerous nobles and military leaders into imprisonment or exile.
