The study was wrapped in a heavy silence, as if time itself had stood still.
Princess Anyang’s gaze was calm and rippleless, yet this stillness seemed to carry an inherent, imposing power. Yang Yi felt a surge of panic; subconsciously, he curled his hands beneath the desk, his palms already slick with sweat.
"Continue, General Yang," Princess Anyang said, her lips curving into a gentle smile, her voice soft and measured.
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