Lu Yan's voice was calm, yet it was like a giant stone thrown into a stagnant pool, stirring up towering waves in the hearts of Charles and that silver-haired woman.
He played with the Scepter of Royal Authority, the symbol of the highest power of the Victoria Kingdom. The gemstone at the top of the staff shone with a haunting glow under the ruins' setting sun, as if reflecting the turbulent future of the Victoria Royal Family.
The silver-haired woman's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, but she quickly suppressed it, regaining her previous coldness and humility, though her slightly clenched hands betrayed her inner unrest.
She did not answer immediately but slightly turned her face, glancing at Charles beside her from the corner of her eye.
Prince Charles's face at this moment could no longer be described as pale; he seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words.
