Inside the Hall of Nurturing Harmony, Mu Yuyan furrowed her brows as she perused the memorials.
In recent days, Jing Nation has enjoyed relative tranquility, with fewer calamities and misfortunes befalling the land.
However, the shadows of malevolent forces lurked in the capital, and she was well aware of it.
Just as Mu Yuyan cast her cold gaze upon the memorials, a familiar figure caught her eye, melting the icy facade with a warmth akin to encountering a blazing fire.
"You're early today," she remarked, her tone firm.
Since Gu Lan's candid confession, she had not yielded an inch, though the blow to her pride was another matter entirely.
Each time she recalled Gu Lan's deliberate manipulation of her feelings, coaxing her into uttering words now tinged with shame, she resolved not to easily forgive the scoundrel.
Unfortunately, what good would it do to hold a grudge?
Gu Lan held the upper hand, leaving her powerless.