Earlier.
In the very center of Yangcheng stood a divine palace resembling a celestial pavilion.
Inside the lavishly decorated bedchamber, Zhao Shenyue, the Ninth Princess of Dayue, leaned lazily against her phoenix throne, propping her cheek with one hand, her eyes half-closed as if dozing. Her posture was relaxed and casual, the fiery-red imperial dress barely concealing her full and sensuous figure, exposing her breathtaking curves to the fullest. Yet her phoenix brows retained their majestic dignity, brimming with the poised grace of someone in a position of supreme authority.
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