Summer Palace.
Sofia sat quietly by the window facing the sea, her gaze drifting out through the window to the far-off frozen sea.
The Battle of White Mountain had been over for two weeks, yet it was still as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
As she dazedly held her teacup, the Deep Blue Ice Spirit silently appeared.
"Master, your human servant has arrived."
"Which servant?" Sofia instinctively asked casually, then laughed, realizing that such a complicated question was a bit out of the Ice Spirit's scope.
She waved her snow-white hand, signaling the Ice Spirit to retreat.
"Let her in."
The Ice Spirit looked at Sofia's back, slightly puzzled, as the aura about the Empress felt somewhat unfamiliar to her.
"Quickly go then."
Sofia's urging voice rang out, and the Ice Spirit swiftly disappeared with a "whoosh" sound.
It quickly dispelled the strange doubts.
The master is the master, as long as her soul remains unchanged, she will forever be the master.
