Spirit City.
Pope Palace, Council Hall.
At this moment, the vast, empty Council Hall held only Bibi Dong's solitary figure.
As always, she sat upright upon the pale purple Pope Throne, her jade-like legs crossed languidly.
Her brilliant purple-gold papal gown fit her perfectly, clinging tightly to her exquisitely curved, delicate figure and lending her a distinct, captivating charm.
Her long pinkish-purple hair was casually tied behind her head, complementing the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop it. Bathed in the hazy purple glow around her, she looked both noble and alluring.
Her skin was fair and smooth, her features nearly flawless. No one would have guessed that she was already past forty; instead, she looked more like a young woman barely in her twenties.
Bibi Dong was still breathtakingly beautiful. Her noble, elegant, and tranquil temperament was so pronounced that she seemed utterly unlike anyone else.
If Ye Qifeng were still here, he would certainly have offered his praise and admiration without reservation.
He might even have directly cried out, "Hug me!"
After all, for the past four years, he had served as Bibi Dong's human pillow. There did not seem to be anything wrong with that.
As long as one's skin was thick enough, nothing was impossible.
At that moment, Bibi Dong rested one jade-like hand against her cheek while holding a sheet of letter paper in the other. Her beautiful pale purple eyes stared fixedly at the paper, as though she were lost in thought.
She had read the contents of the letter over and over, back and forth, upside down and around, more times than she could count. She was already familiar with every word and every sentence, having committed them all to heart.
Yet she still felt she could never read it enough.
Whenever she had