Ling Ruoyu could not understand why Her Majesty regarded her with such a complicated gaze.0

Everyone else had treated her kindly. Logically speaking, the two who most resented Ye Wuming were Jiuyou and Piaomiao, and it was they who should dislike her. And yet, both were surprisingly kind to her. After all, River of Stars had been cultivated into Ling Ruoyu in part due to their efforts. They regarded her with the fondness of artisans admiring their own masterpiece. Their demeanor toward her was almost grandmotherly. Even if they privately grumbled about Ye Wuming, they never took it out on the younger generation. What kind of top-tier demon gods would stoop to such pettiness?0

Ling Ruoyu did not have time to decipher Xia Chichi’s attitude. Regardless of any domestic hierarchy, to the outside world, the Empress of the Heavenly Han, who had ruled with unshakable might for three decades, was not someone to trifle with. No one dared show disrespect in her presence. The moment Xia Chichi arrived, the chaotic field fell into immediate order. Silence descended like a curtain, and all eyes awaited her judgment.0

From atop the city walls, Xia Chichi cast a serene...0