The night curtain hung outside the window; flecks of snow clung to the paper window, neither solidifying nor melting, as if frozen in time. The Princess of Xiang glanced at her, who lingered in silence, momentarily lost in thought. Yin Weiyin sat by the bedside, seemingly reminiscing about the torment inflicted by that man—Chen Yi. Once revered as the exalted Taichua Goddess, she had become his cauldron overnight.
She had always possessed extraordinary talent, far surpassing her peers in countless ways. It was precisely because of this that Yu Zhen Yuanjun had taken her as a disciple. At that time, she stayed in the Capital City only to search for the "Golden Boy." If destiny had not changed, she would already be on Taihua Mountain by now. Yin Weiyin's thoughts grew restless, her worries dense and unyielding.