"Mother, please have them withdraw. The rest, just leave it to Lan'er."
Yelyu Nalan wore a thin, sensual garment, despite it being the depths of winter. She seemed unfazed by the cold, defiantly displaying her voluptuous figure to everyone present.
Undeniably, Yelyu Nalan was indeed beautiful.
It was not an ostentatious and striking beauty, but rather a demure charm that instinctively elicited pity.
Furthermore, her body had been developed far too early, leading to better maturation.
The Queen lowered her eyes in disdain at the girl kneeling before her.
Nothing but a worthless scrap, if her precious Yao'er didn't fancy her, she would have long been banished from the palace.
Yet her tone was gentle, "Lan'er, do not betray my trust in you."
Yelyu Nalan lightly bit her lip.
How could she not understand the Queen's intention?
Her third brother was becoming more uncontrollable; his reputation among the populace was soaring.
