Mùróng Zhuó’s gaze, as cold as a frozen pool, locked onto me as though trying to pierce straight through my soul.
The air seemed to freeze in that exact moment, every sound around us vanishing until only the heavy sound of our breathing remained between us.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice forced out through clenched teeth: "Have you ever considered her identity? If she is truly brought back to the palace, what kind of consequences will that bring upon us?"
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