A gust of wind swept through, brushing against the vermillion palace walls, the majestic palace gates, and the young man clad in white holding a treasure sword, while on the ground lay a hedonistic young lord who appeared to be bullying others.
Gu Lan's black hair and the red embroidered headband fluttered gently in the breeze, reminiscent of a scene depicted in a storybook, filling Rong Miaoyan with admiration and emotion.
Empress Dowager Su watched the scene in astonishment, but there was not much worry for the Crown Prince in her eyes. She gazed at Gu Lan, dressed in white and standing with a sword, seemingly recalling past years.
The Crown Prince fell to the ground in terror, his eyelids twitching and pupils shrinking and moving, feeling that the cool blade was close to his skin, plunging him into an ice cavern.
