The junior sister, the prodigy, the woman who had been raised with purpose, who had been trained for the inheritance trials, who had come to the Purple Astral Province to drink from the Reincarnation Pool, looked at her sister. At the woman who had been sealed, who had been hidden, who had been raised in the lower realm, who was now standing here, in the upper realm, as the possession of the Emperor.
"It doesn't have to do anything with you," the junior sister said. Her cold voice was flat. The dismissal, the boundary, was clear.
The princess, Jin Yuhan, felt the rejection. The pain, the emotional sting of a sister she didn't know, a twin she didn't remember, dismissing her, hit. Her dark eyes, wet, lowered. The fragments, the memories, the sense of belonging, of loss, of a family she never had, were there. But the sister, the twin, the person she had wanted to meet, was cold.
