Royal City…
Gu Ping Palace…
Inside a grand chamber adorned with red silk and golden embroidery, Princess Gu Ping sat before a polished bronze mirror, delicately applying rouge to her lips. The scent of rare flowers filled the air, mingling with the heavy aroma of burning incense.
Her long, crimson nails tapped against the armrest of her jade throne, her face a mask of indifference. Beneath her, a burly man lay on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor. Her delicate, jeweled foot rested on his head, pinning him in place as if he were nothing more than a living footstool.
A group of soldiers entered the chamber, dropping to one knee.
"Your Highness," one of them spoke cautiously, his voice trembling slightly under her sharp gaze. "We have received an urgent report."
She didn't spare them a glance, focused on perfecting her appearance. "Speak."
