At this moment, the servants had lit quite a few lights in the courtyard, while the guard beside Jiang Yingying also raised a torch next to her.
With dim lights all around, she stood at the center of the light source, her expression cold, making the entire courtyard seem like it was in the depths of winter.
Despite her short stature, her presence felt as if it spanned at least ten feet, Fan Shang felt as though a large stone was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe, and he subconsciously lowered his gaze, not daring to look her in the eye.
Your Majesty does not have many relatives left now.
His life had been difficult, and among his Royal Family relatives, only the Prince of Fu was still close; the rest were mere formalities.
On the contrary, the Duke of Qi Residence's importance to Your Majesty was unquestionable.
Especially this sister!
