Then his eyes flashed.
Something fierce rose in them… old, sharp, and still befitting an emperor.
"…It seems I will have to change the plan a bit."
He didn't want to do this, but it was.... necessary for the glory and future of the Dynasty.
After making his decision, the Fen Emperor was about to call for a servant.
But then the door slowly opened and a beautiful, mature woman stepped inside.
Fen Ling was tall and poised, her crimson robes flowing elegantly around her figure as she walked.
Even in the dim light of the emperor's chambers, her presence was striking... mature, alluring, and carrying the quiet pressure of someone who had long grown accustomed to standing above others.
Her black hair was arranged with imperial care, while her crimson eyes held a calm that seemed strangely at odds with the chaos outside.
She smiled.
It was a gentle smile, the kind a wife might wear when greeting a husband who had grown old before his time.
"Your Majesty."
