Without lingering, Elder Hue rose, his steps steady yet swift. As he exited the grand hall, a gust of cool wind swept past, stirring the edges of his robes like ghostly hands. He exhaled slowly, the weight in his heart heavier than before.
There are too many unknowns surrounding this wedding... he mused. And Mi Ling herself—she is no ordinary figure.
Yet, none of that was his concern.
His task was merely to deliver the invitations
…and that task was now complete.
Inside the hall, Mi Ling lowered her gaze, glancing at the jade scroll in her hand. A sneer tugged at the corners of her lips.
"Courting death," she murmured.
Of all people, Liang had chosen to invite her?
She lightly tapped the scroll against her fingertips, a faint glint flashing through her star-like eyes.
"I worked so hard to keep his whereabouts hidden from that old thing," she said coldly. "Yet here he is—delivering himself on a silver platter."
