Just then, two maidservants passed by. They bowed quickly, murmured greetings, and scurried off as though chased by a ghost. Feng Ling didn't even spare them a glance. She had no time for distractions—not when something far more important awaited her.
Your Highness, which concubine's quarters do you seek? Each residence lies in its own section of the palace,Zǐyān asked softly, her tone laced with caution.
Feng Ling's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. "Zǐyān, don't think you can outwit me. You must believe that once the spell I bound you with is broken, you'll be free. But do you truly think it's that simple? This isn't some ordinary spell—it's a soul-binding curse.
Only those of royal blood in the Witch Realm possess the knowledge to undo it, and each royal line guards its own secret mark. Even if you found another witch from a different kingdom, she would be powerless to help you. Remember that well."
