บท 529: The Obsidian Library!

Wang Xueying wanted to follow him, but her feet stayed rooted to the ground. Alone, in this grand hall, surrounded by serious-looking officials and heavily armed guards, the walls seemed to close in on her.

Her soft, delicate features—usually the picture of calm elegance—now reflected growing anxiety.

The once majestic hall now seemed far too imposing, the officials' glances far too piercing. She glanced down at her own figure—her jade-like limbs and flowing robes—which now felt entirely out of place in such a tense atmosphere.

'Ugh... why would he leave me here like this?' she whispered under her breath, trying to suppress the urge to flee.

In the distance, two staff members whispered, their eyes flicking in her direction.

"... Is she new hire?"

"Shhh… Probably from Diplomat's side, don't point fingers.."