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Just then, two maidservants appeared at the edge of the path, walking leisurely toward her. Desperation surged within Feng Ling. She darted forward and seized the wrist of the nearest girl.
The maidservant froze, her body rigid with shock. Both girls slowly turned—and the instant their eyes fell on Feng Ling, they screamed. Her robes were disheveled, her hair tangled and hanging wildly around her shoulders.
Her skin was bloodless, her lips drained of color, and her eyes glimmered with a strange, hollow intensity. In broad daylight, she looked less like a living empress and more like a ghost wandering beneath the sun.
Startled, Feng Ling instinctively screamed along with them, her own voice echoing in panic.
