It was clear that the Empress intended to punish him.
For a long time.
The flying carriage suddenly opened, and a figure walked out slowly.
Her figure was enchanting, and every move was like poetry and painting, beautiful to the extreme. Under the sunlight, her entire body seemed to be bathed in a gentle and subtle sheen, otherworldly and untouched by dust, exuding an invincible sacred aura.
Her deep eyes were like distant, cold stars, as if no worldly splendor could touch her heartstrings. Between her brows naturally emanated a sense of nobility and authority that surpassed all.
Her face was unmatched in beauty, yet as cold as frost and snow on a winter morning, without a trace of warmth or tenderness. Just a fleeting glance made one feel awe, as if any lingering gaze was a slight desecration of this supreme being.
