Meanwhile, at Zhao Residence, in the living room.
A graceful purple figure stood in the center of the room, dressed in a purple mermaid gown whose hem trailed along the floor, outlining her slender, shapely figure.
Her makeup was exquisite, her brows like distant peaks and her eyes like autumn waters. Her long purple hair was swept up high and adorned with several delicate silver ornaments that shimmered softly in the sunlight.
Standing there, she was like a blooming violet, radiating irresistible charm while concealing a sharp edge.
At that moment, the woman was looking at the people before her in confusion.
She clearly remembered that just a moment ago, she had developed "Zilan Pavilion" into a top intelligence network and was about to approach Young Master Han Fei to plot something momentous.
How had she ended up in this unfamiliar place the very next moment?
Her gaze swept quickly around the room. The living room's furnishings were far too bright and luxurious.
The expensive tables and chairs, the exquisite porcelain, the strange paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls...
No manor anywhere in Han Kingdom could possibly possess such things.
A sudden wariness rose in her heart. She instinctively stepped back, her right hand quietly reaching for the Chain Snake Soft Sword wrapped around her waist.
"Don't worry." A languid voice rang out, interrupting her.
Yan Lingji emerged slowly from the side hall, dressed in a scarlet gown whose hem trailed behind her in long waves.
She walked up to Zi Nu with a teasing smile and reached out one slender finger, lightly tracing Zi Nu's face.
The touch was warm and delicate, but Zi Nu felt an invisible pressure bearing down on her. Her whole body stiffened, and she didn't dare make a rash move.
"This is no