She mumbled to herself, a bitter, relieved smile tugging at her lips.
Just now, she was nearly scared to paralysis.
At one moment, she was pushed to the gates of hell, and the next, she was pulled back.
All thanks to Kate Windsor desperately pleading for her beside her.
Otherwise, the Empress might have rather killed by mistake than let anyone go.
After all, in this vortex of power, trust has always been the most luxurious thing.
Lucky the Empress didn't make a move in front of Kate Windsor.
Though clearly furious, her temples throbbed with bulging veins.
She gently shook her head.
The Princess has always been protected like this, held in the palms, cradled in the mouth.
When will she ever truly shoulder responsibility?
If not for her taking on a completely non-coup mission, she would have long sought a breakthrough with the Princess.
The child is too soft, too easily swayed by tears.
Always feeling that the Princess is easy to coax.
