Lin Wanxiao's face, which had looked gaunt for so long, visibly alternated between pale and green.
Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, the frailty of her sickly beauty on full display. She remained silent, unable to answer Empress Dowager's question.
The Empress Dowager asked flatly, "How much longer will you dwell on it?"
The cold wind surged from behind, and Lin Wanxiao shivered. She lowered her head even further, nearly touching the ground:
"In replying to Your Majesty, this humble woman truly cannot answer."
A hint of appreciation surfaced in the Empress Dowager's eyes.
Compared to Min Ming, who had consistently failed to comprehend anything after repeated instructions, Lin Wanxiao showed a certain resilience beneath her delicate facade. With a bit of grooming, she might prove to be a useful scabbard.
And scabbards exist solely to contain blades.
