1 Chapter 1 : Cat

Like a cat. That's what my old steward always whispering to himself. Does he actually talking about me? Well, I don't care! I love my life, of course I love myself too.

Purrrrrrr.....

" Ahh... What did you want again today, Ah Cheng ?", I said to him after get up from the cozy chaise. While I'm stretching and straighten my clothes, Old Cheng pouring the freshly brew tea for himself. Yup, for him. That's the hint that I should take a seat in front of him with a serious face. Which I do. Well, the serious conversation is starting. Urgh poor myself....

" My Lady, now isn't time for you being a lazy like a cat. As an old woman that even older than me; Old Cheng, you should take care of your health. Please at least walking around the palace, you see I already ask them to grow the new flowers when you told me the environment outside is too boring to walk around.... At my old age, I really shouldn't worried about this. Ahh, now I remembered when my father..."

It's not really a conversation. I'm too old to nagged like this. Even though I looked very young with, I'm already past 300 years old. Knee lengthed raven hair, with dark brown almond eyes that's the traits of Ice Queen or the Duchess of Lián. The smallest county yet strongest in the Empire of Da Ming.

Through the history of Da Ming, the background of Lian county is unshakeable but also a mystery. No one knows why the Emperors of Da Ming, generation to the generation trust their own back and keep a position in court for the Duchess. But, every subject and the people of Da Ming never disregard of the name of Lian. Just heard the word of Lian just make their teeth chattering. The power that only second to the Emperors; Duchess of Lián.

That beauty in Ice is me! That's absurd tale between people is truly nonsense. What even did I have done to them?! Although my palace is located in a county. The only habitant in this so-called county is me and my loyal servant. My palace is the only place where you can eat and sleeping peacefully here. I'm proud of my heaven-palace.

".... So, My Lady, this old one want to talk about the young miss....."

Craaaaaash!! The sound of the my shattered teacup. My brain is howling!!!

".... My Lady?"

"Hmm? Yes? Oh, yes.... Of course, you should call her young miss, young lady... Lady Baby....", I'm mumbling after the call.

Is it too late to call the soul this body owner?