Zhao Li Xin watched as Lory laid out her plan to the people gathered around her. She was calm, precise, every word measured, every step deliberate.
There was no hesitation in her voice, no trace of doubt, only quiet certainty. In that moment, she no longer looked like a carefree young woman, nor the graceful princess who moved with effortless elegance. No, she had transformed into something else, a leader, the seasoned general, that weaving strategy as naturally as breathing.
And what was more striking, no one found it strange. The transformation was so seamless, so natural, that it felt as though it had always been there. And so, almost without realizing it, they believed her.
With such a natural ability to attract people around her, Zhao Li Xin can't imagine how many rulers and emperors would die to covet what she had, yet she never realizes it, even to this day.
