The Far North's Two Empresses Watched the Drama, and a Seven-Hundred-Thousand-Year Dao Heart Shattered

Lin Qing and his companions were taking a brief rest in the woods.

Sunlight poured through gaps in the mottled leaves, scattering flecks of light and shadow across the leaf-strewn earth.

A breeze brushed past, and everything around them was quiet and peaceful.

Er Ni, who had hardly spoken, stood quietly on the edge of the group.

Her gaze drifted discreetly, observing Lin Qing and Zhu Zhuqing a short distance away without betraying a thing.

Er Ni was a mature woman who had seen much of the world.

Her mind was exquisitely perceptive.

This brief moment of observation was all she needed to catch the unusual signs.

Zhu Zhuqing was acting far too strangely today.

Ordinarily, she was not only a woman of few words; her chilly air kept others a thousand miles away, making them hesitate to approach.

Today, however, her graceful figure exuded a lingering, languid allure.

Even the way she walked seemed a little timid and delicate.

Especially when she moved her legs, there was an indescribable stiffness, something unnatural about her steps.

Er Ni's gaze slipped inconspicuously down Zhu Zhuqing's fair jawline.

Finally, it settled on the young woman's slender neck.

Her collar was slightly disheveled and failed to cover everything.

An exceptionally conspicuous red mark had quietly bloomed on her snowy skin, like a red plum blossom in winter snow.

Any woman with experience knew perfectly well where such a mark came from.

Er Ni's eyes flickered, her heart clear as a polished mirror as she instantly saw through every secret.

Lin Qing's methods truly were unfathomable.

Even Zhu Qing had been completely subdued by him without anyone noticing.

As a mature-minded woman, Er Ni naturally understood the importance of discretion.

Wisely, she chose to remain silent.

She said nothing, exposed nothing, and certainly would