The morning sun's golden rays spilled over the poised young woman, as stunningly transcendent as Kang Na had once seen in Shuoyang. Her beauty was otherworldly, yet she never allowed the slightest hint of disrespect. It was as if she was the purest, most exalted presence on earth, and any hardship seemed trivial before her.
She had never encountered anyone with such a majestic and awe-inspiring aura, one that forbids even a direct gaze.
Though she dared not admit it and knew her place was humble, Kang Na genuinely admired this Emperor from the bottom of her heart and held great respect for this woman.
"Kang Na..." a sister called out to Kang Na from behind.
Kang Na snapped back to reality, settled on the embroidery stool, her hands as delicate as porcelain resting lightly on the strings of the instrument, letting out a long breath...
Suddenly, thunderous and powerful music, reminiscent of a clap of thunder, started to play atop Que Tower.
