Su Yingxue wore a golden-thread phoenix robe and walked gracefully into the room.
With a phoenix crown on her head, she exuded an air of grandeur and dignity befitting an empress. Yet there was also a touch of elegant softness, the kind that comes from being a wife. Her lively eyes still carried a hint of girlish playfulness.
She glanced at her up and down, curious. "Who are you? Why have you suddenly appeared in the palace?"
"I…"
Yue Lian knew she was in a dream. She needed to find an opportunity, to use a bloody scene to shatter Zi Wei's dream and wake him up.
The fastest way was probably to assassinate Su Yingxue!
Kill the illusion within Zi Wei's dream!
Yue Lian bit her lip and darted toward Su Yingxue.
She planned to slam Su Yingxue into the wall, grab her hairpin, and pierce it into her neck, thereby killing this "illusion."
But as soon as she rushed forward, an immense wave of air sent her flying backward.
"Boom——"
