The head of the Quan Clan arrived in a rush, though not a trace of disorder could be seen on his face when he entered the grand hall.
He was Quan Lingshu, a man in his early sixties, his black-and-silver hair neatly tied, his robes embroidered with the clan's golden insignia of twin clouds and a rising sun.
His eyes were sharp and composed—those of a man who had long managed both nobles and cultivators alike—but the faint sheen of sweat along his temples betrayed the tension beneath his calm exterior.
"Your Highness, Princess Sun Yaoqing!"
He bowed deeply, lowering himself until his forehead nearly touched the floor.
"This unworthy servant, Quan Lingshu, greets the favored daughter of Heaven. The Quan Clan is deeply honored by Your Highness's presence in our humble city!"
Princess Sun Yaoqing gave a faint nod, her expression serene yet distant.
However, one could tell that she wasn't here for any pleasant discussion.
