Half a year later, in the Eternal City—
"Your Highness, Princess Evelyn has been brought in."
Lin Fu looked down from her throne with a lazy posture, gazing mockingly and disdainfully at the disheveled woman at the foot of the steps, who wore a suppression ring, as if she were observing a disgusting insect.
"Sister, we meet again."
Her voice was lazy and distinctive, ringing in Evelyn's ears like a nightmare, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
"Where could you hide?" Lin Fu stood up, positioning herself on the steps, "You schemed so much, only to fail so utterly. If I were you, I would have long since sought death."
"Ah!" Evelyn could no longer hold back, she let out a high-pitched, agonized shriek, her voice sharp and despairing. She violently stood up, shouting crazily: "Why don't you go die? My biggest regret in this life is not having killed you directly."
Even genetic modifications could be reversed; fate was too favorable to her.
