Night.
Somewhere within the Imperial Palace.
A graceful, enchanting figure stood silently atop a high terrace, gazing out at the distant night.
Even that solemn, golden dress symbolizing supreme nobility could not hide her fiery, alluring curves.
The restless night wind whipped her long hair into a wild dance, but those deep, star-bright eyes remained forever calm, without a single ripple.
She looked off into the far night sky, her dark brows suddenly knitting together.
That was the direction of the Ye Family!
Silent and still.
An elderly woman with snowy white hair appeared behind her like a ghost, gazing in the same direction, and spoke slowly: "It looks prosperous and tranquil on the surface, but in the shadows, it is a stormy sea. I imagine tonight, all the noble families of the Capital City have their eyes on the Ye Family."
"Your Majesty, since you've already dispatched masters from the palace to the Ye Family, why not prevent the tragedy there?"
