Bibi Dong

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong gazed dazedly at the departing figure. The cold severity on her face transformed into endless tenderness after he turned away.

The Grandmaster had left, arriving in anger and departing in desolation.

"Xiao Gang, one day, you'll understand me!"

Bibi Dong silently walked to where the Grandmaster had been sitting. Holding that cup of fragrant tea, she remained silent for a long while, a trace of pain on her exquisite face.

Just then, a somewhat weak voice came from outside the doors of the Papal Palace. "Your Majesty, Yue Guan requests an audience."

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the fragrant tea in her hands. Only when the voice outside sounded a second time did she come back to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Bibi Dong set down the teacup. Her face resumed its usual indifference; only then did she become the lofty Empress others saw.

"Come in!"

The doors opened, and a figure in white entered from outside. Stopping several meters before Bibi Dong, he bowed and greeted her. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly as she said coldly, "Chrysanthemum Douluo, why aren't you recuperating properly? What business brings you here?"

The white-clad figure straightened, revealing a pale face. It was Yue Guan, Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose arm Zhao Xuan had destroyed not long ago. His right sleeve hung empty, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked utterly dispirited.

"Your Majesty, that Zhao Xuan may be young, but he is ruthless and deeply hostile toward Spirit Hall. If we do not eliminate him, he will inevitably become a grave threat to Spirit Hall. I ask Your Majesty to make a decision soon!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice. No matter how well he tried to conceal it, Bibi Dong could