The woman's figure was upright, her black martial arts uniform tightly hugged her round waist and curvy hips. Especially striking were the imposing peaks on her chest, radiating an air of aloofness and dominance.
"Em... Empress Dowager?"
Yelü Miaomiao could hardly believe her eyes.
Xiao Lingqiu's face was shrouded in frost, her brows sharp as blades, and her phoenix eyes brimming with a piercing intensity. "What? Are you surprised to see me?"
Yelü Miaomiao was dumbfounded.
The girl could never have imagined that the Empress Dowager of a nation would show up here.
And this was enemy territory.
If they were captured, the entire Yanrong would be doomed.
Yelü Miaomiao forced a smile that was even uglier than crying. "Em... Empress Dowager, weren't you gravely ill?"
"Do you wish for me to be gravely ill, or not?"
Xiao Lingqiu's gaze was cold as ice, her stare causing the fearless little princess's back to break out in chills.
Yelü Miaomiao quickly replied, "Of course not."
