"No matter how much blood he spilled to build this empire, he will pay — for his own sins and for his daughter's audacity!" Sylvia muttered coldly, her voice sharp as a blade and her eyes filled with disdain.
Mireya silently nodded, her expression as icy as Sylvia's. Yuan and the rest of his wives followed with solemn faces, their resolve firm.
"Don't worry, Mireya. You have our full support," Valeria said with a reassuring smile. "Do whatever you want — we will stand with you."
"Thanks." Mireya's lips curved into a faint smile before her face hardened again. Her emerald eyes locked on the Imperial Palace below, burning with killing intent.
The palace itself was a breathtaking marvel — a colossal, towering structure dominating the heart of the capital, gleaming with gold and white stone. Its grand courtyards and manicured gardens reflected the wealth and power of the Imperial Family.
