Once prepossessed with a first impression, Yan Xiao'er, who had arrived bursting with grievances to vent, instantly transformed into a completely different person.
Yet, what needed to be said still had to be said. Clearing her throat, she did her best to speak in a normal tone rather than a spoiled whine, stating her request: "Your Majesty, it is a rare meeting indeed, and Xiao'er has a favor to ask."
The woman in white on the stone bed slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was exceptionally pale, stirring not the slightest ripple, yet it was neither cold nor dark. It bore no relation to the devouring force felt in the outer room; it was merely vacant.
Chapter 33