At that moment, a sweet voice echoed through the royal court.
"Father!"
The ministers, who had been holding their breath, suddenly heard this voice. It was as if a hand had lightly brushed their tense emotions, causing them all to unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. Even Chu Yang's sullen expression softened at that instant.
Turning around, a graceful figure gracefully walked in from outside the grand hall.
This figure was none other than Princess Xinyue, Chu Ruoyan. She was dressed in colorful attire, her steps as delicate as a lotus, light and graceful like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering to the center of the grand hall. In an instant, she swept away the somber, tense atmosphere of the court, making everyone feel a sense of the refreshing spring breeze.
The ministers all instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, there were also some who couldn't help but frown.
