Consort Chao was so enraged she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
If you want to die, you can, but don't drag my Zixuan down with you!
Upon arriving at the temporary palace, Xue Zixuan, his excitement worn off, had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
After bowing to Xue Zining, Consort Chao took Xue Zixuan and left.
Xue Zining alighted from the carriage, and a breath of fresh air rushed towards her. She inhaled deeply. This was the first time she had been outside since her rebirth. She looked upon the land that belonged to her.
Though it was only a small piece, she would see more later, and her feet would tread upon more ground.
She would not surrender her glorious land to anyone.
"Regent arrives!" the voice boomed, piercing the sky.
Xue Zining looked into the distance and saw, amidst a vast procession, a carriage more luxurious than her imperial chariot.
The carriage finally stopped, and a tall figure emerged from within.
An imposing and oppressive aura emanated from the man.
"Long live the Regent!"
The deafening cheers echoed across the heavens.
Xue Wenjie raised his eyes and, seeing the figure standing not far away, a young girl in purple, he was slightly taken aback.
The ministers also saw the figure in the distance.
Her purple dress fluttered in the whipping wind.
One person against a hundred.
Yet, the young girl showed no fear. Instead, her back was straight as she walked towards them.
Her steps were firm, as if she were a king descending upon the world.
Yes, she was a king.
Her delicate and beautiful face held an unshakeable resolve, and her clear eyes radiated a dazzling brilliance.
The young girl stopped. At this moment, she stood there, noble and cold, untouchable.
An aura that commanded respect from the depths of one's heart emanated from her.
From among the ministers, someone shouted, "Long live His Majesty!"
One person knelt on the ground. This person was none other than the Prime Minister, Hua Yunjin, the head of the civil officials.
Then, the voices echoed time and again across the land.
Xue Wenjie saw the young girl's gaze fall upon him, so cold and distant.
He met her gaze with an even more oppressive stare.
As expected, the young girl's body stiffened slightly.
He let out a low, cold laugh. A mere girl, still immature, thought she could contend with him?
"Your subject is tired and will take his leave!" Xue Wenjie said, flicking his sleeves as he departed.
"All my ministers, rise!" The young girl gestured for them to stand.
The ministers rose and, one by one, chose to take their leave.
At this moment, only the young girl and one other person remained.
Xue Zining stepped forward, extending her hand and saying, "Everyone's gone, aren't you going to get up?"
Hua Yunjin dared not look at the fair, slender hand that appeared in her sight. He scrambled to his feet.
Xue Zining did not notice his unusual behavior and asked, "Yunjin, did I do well just now?"
Hua Yunjin nodded absentmindedly.
Exposing Regent Xue Wenjie's malicious intentions to the ministers in full view was also part of Xue Zining's plan.
"Yan Zhao, why do you always avoid me?" a spoiled voice shattered the brief silence.
Xue Zining turned around and saw the face she would never forget walking towards her.
The hatred she carried, even in death.
She could face Xue Zining with a smile, but she could not face this person with a smile.
Yan Zhao also felt the cold aura emanating from the front, chilling him to the bone.
He looked up and met a pair of eyes that were as clear as water.
As cold as water, and exceptionally serene.
He stopped. Xue Yunlan, behind him, finally caught up to the person who ran the moment she appeared.
"Yan Zhao, where do you think you can run this time?" Xue Yunlan said excitedly.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Yan Zhao bowed.
Xue Yunlan was startled. She emerged from behind Yan Zhao and saw Xue Zining, asking in surprise, "This... is this Xue Zining?"