Mingshu lifted her head, her pupils dark and deep; the flickering light of the torches reflected in her eyes, sparkling and intensely hot.
Her expression was cold, nearly sharp as she swept her gaze across the crowd with a hint of mockery, "Is there anyone else unwilling to follow my commands?"
"..."
Utter silence surrounded them.
Suddenly, a firm voice emerged from a corner—
"This humble family is willing to obey the Noble Consort's orders!"
The crowd rustled, and gradually more voices joined in, "The Noble Consort has saved all of our lives before, she will not harm us, I am also willing to follow her commands!"
"So are we!"
"..."