Bai Wutong stepped forward with light, graceful steps and began to grind the ink with quiet focus.
The hall was completely silent. Her quiet, serene demeanor inexplicably evoked a pang of tenderness in anyone who looked at her. Especially her delicate face, which seemed to have grown a bit thinner, lending her a fragile, gentle beauty.
Once she finished, she gently set down the inkstick and spoke softly, "Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now."
Chapter 336