In the hall, the dragon incense exhaled by the golden beasts coiled slowly through the air. Fu Yingzhi sat in the lower seat, subconsciously clutching the handkerchief inside her sleeve, her heart pounding like a drum.
Noticing Fu Yingzhi watching him, the Emperor gave a helpless smile. "Third Miss Fu, you should have your own judgment by now."
The Emperor’s voice had broken the oppressive silence of the hall. Fu Yingzhi looked up, meeting a gaze that was clouded yet sharp as a hawk’s. A chill climbed up her spine, but she forced herself to remain calm, her face betraying not a ripple of emotion.
Chapter 116