Fan Mengxue lowered her gaze, quietly observing the messenger woman without speaking.
For a moment, the room was frighteningly silent.
The woman was somewhat anxious, bowing her head, silently awaiting the princess's response.
At this moment, Fan Mengxue's eyes flashed black, and then she spoke with an incomparably cold voice, "Since you're already here, why not show yourself?"
The messenger woman was startled.
What was going on?
Who was the princess talking to?
Just when she was utterly baffled, a cold laugh, filled with amusement and mockery, came from behind her.
"You managed to see through my disguise. It seems your injuries have healed a lot!"
As the voice spoke, a faint figure suddenly appeared in the room.
This was a man with a stern face and a tall, upright figure.
Even though he was merely an apparition, his extraordinary demeanor could still be felt.
Especially his eyes, like two black gems tempered by hellfire, filled with evil and malice.
