A thick fog seemed to envelop Ji Shengyue's mind.
Her thoughts raced, but she couldn't grasp any meaning in the Great Celestial Dog's words.
The sounds were like distant thunder—deafening, yet indistinct.
She looked down in astonishment, only to see her magnificent robes tear into countless shreds with a ripping sound,
scattering like fallen autumn leaves across the cold floor of the grand hall.
In that instant, Ji Shengyue was completely exposed to the air.
The color drained from her cheeks, leaving a complex expression of pallor and shock.
Unprecedented shame and helplessness washed over her like a tidal wave.
Even as the Queen of the Great Jing Empire, a woman who held the power of life and death over countless people,
she was now utterly broken.
However, her innate pride and dignity rekindled in her heart like a flame.
