Feng Yueya's gaze fell upon the first individual in the right row.
He was clad in dark garments, with all his hair neatly tied atop his head, his eyes piercing, his aura more formidable than the others'.
He must be the Mage Cang Qing.
Coincidentally, at that moment, Cang Qing's gaze also swept across Feng Yueya.
Their eyes briefly met, each taking in the other's measure.
Yu Xuan proceeded toward the throne, Mo Xue following on the right, and Feng Yueya on the left.
Ascending the dais, he turned and seated himself on the elevated royal throne, with Mo Xue taking the seat at his side, while Feng Yueya, touching her nose, stood awkwardly beside Yu Xuan.
Those without status had no place to sit...
Now, holding the Black Iron Sword in her hand, she somewhat resembled a guard in front of the emperor.
How sad it was—who would know her true identity was actually the master of this Crown Prince's residence?
