The carriage was filled with a fragrant scent, warm as spring, truly making one feel as if they had entered another world.
"What does this mean, Young Lady Qi?"
Pei Ye vividly remembered being sentenced to life imprisonment, yet now they were taking him away like this. How would Immortal Platform patch up this loophole?
However, Qi Zhaohua did not answer, but merely smiled and clapped her hands. A servant came out holding a basin of luminous water.
"First, wash your face back to normal," Qi Zhaohua said with a smile.
"...What?"
Pei Ye looked down in confusion, and this time he was truly stunned.
Reflected in the basin's mirror-like water surface, which was ripple-free even atop the carriage frame, was the visage of a person with unkempt hair.
Thin lips, a straight nose, and a face with sharp angles. Brows and the corners of the eyes, both slanting upwards, gave an impression of extreme sharpness – a cold and soaring face.