Book 4: Chapter 35
Princess Lunalah studied herself in the full-length mirror, turning slightly to get a view of her figure from the side. Her elegant robes were adorned with the imperial trim of beige, white and gold. Her crown, a sacred artifact which augmented her cultivation speed was nestled perfectly atop her head of golden locks. So too had she decorated her six Jade Urns with gold trim, which now hovered soundlessly behind her, serving as both a means to passively cultivate as well as to augment the techniques of her Sacred Soul arts.
It was perhaps a bit much for the backwater of Jurin Province.
But gracing even her lowest of subjects in person demanded nothing less.
It wasn’t often she made appearances outside the capital in physical form, but for this event, she wanted to see and feel the despair within young Silver Light’s heart when she finally made the announcement of the Iron Bull’s death.
His loss still saddened her.
But today her grief would be sated with malice.
“You look elegant as always, your majesty,” Ling Wei said, standing next to her.
“Summon the skiff,” she said, ignoring Ling Wei’s shameless pandering. Lunalah knew how well she looked. She didn’t need the likes of some lowly aide to confirm it. “I wish to arrive right before the trial begins and leave as soon as it is over.”
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