The man, who had been partially hidden by the doorframe, finally stepped fully into Tao Wanxin's view.
Everything else before her eyes seemed to dim. It was as if even the light around her was being drawn into this man.
Zhao Minghong stood in the light, the anger not yet faded from his face, as his eyes met with the person staring up at him in a daze from the bottom of the steps.
Tao Wanxin was still gasping for breath, unable to see anything else.
Her heart, which had felt like it was floating in a void, finally settled back into place.
Inside the room, the Emperor and Ji Qingwu watched as Prince Yong, who had just been chasing and beating Su Fengyue, suddenly grew docile. His hands and feet seemed to have nowhere to go, and he even scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Ji Qingwu stood on the opposite side of the doorway, wondering who Prince Yong could have seen. After all, not even the Emperor's presence had been enough to subdue him.
