Upon the wall, moonlight spilled down in a swath of pristine white.
The figure standing there silently seemed to have known all along that Emperor Xia would pass this way.
A night breeze blew, scattering her dark hair across her flawless, almost celestial face. A closer look, however, would reveal a hazy, ethereal mist enveloping her, making her seem indistinct, as if she did not exist in the same world as everyone else.
She was clearly there, yet she seemed to transcend the mortal plane.
It was Jiang Ruxian.
Her gaze swept over and fell upon Emperor Xia, as if she had been waiting here for a long time.
But she did not speak, merely watching her with a cold, calm gaze.
"Your Majesty, you must leave!"
"We'll hold her off."
The four handmaidens, Spring Orchid and Xia Zhu among them, were on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy. Ripples of Magical Power began to emanate from their bodies.
