Royal Envoy

Meanwhile, at the Southern Wu Royal Palace, Princess Wu Meiyu bowed before her father, King Wu Tianzhen.

The Right Minister and the rest of the court officials were lined up, flanking the red carpet leading to the raised throne where a jade screen partly obscured the king's figure.

"This daughter greets Royal Father." Wu Meiyu said in a respectful tone.

From behind the jade screen, King Wu Tianzhen's voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"Rise."

No matter how many times the First Princess or the rest of the officials heard his voice, they would always shiver from it.

Straightening her back, Wu Meiyu lifted her gaze just enough to glimpse her father's form through the translucent jade panel.

"I assume you're here to request for another decree?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Meiyu's fingers curled slightly within her sleeves, but her expression remained serene.