And Ruan Ji, sitting in her crimson dress as a fallen empress returned from exile, simply looked at them all calm, unmoved, untouchable.
They had tried to steal her future.
Now, they would live under her shadow.
Xuanyuan Ye's tightly clenched fists returned to normal as he breathed normally, which made both Nie Zhen and Ji Muchen sigh in relief.
If this guy were to go wild right now, then there would have been a bloodbath right now!
Also, this little sister- in- law they had now seemed to be reliable! She didn't even need them to settle this score easily!
As the heavy silence settled like dust after a storm, tension still clung to the corners of the grand hall like cobwebs. The guests stood uncertainly as some were watching Ruan Ji in awe, others darting glances at the pale faces of her siblings and Ye Nuan.
It was then that Song Ning sent Ruan Zhang, to step forward with a practiced smile, the kind worn by politicians and patriarchs trained to smooth over conflict.
