After walking for some time, they finally reached the guest quarters prepared for the Demon Realm's delegation. As Feng Ling followed behind, her thoughts drifted—servants and courtiers hurried through the palace halls, their faces bright with anticipation.
The entire Witch Palace seemed alive with festivity, as if preparing for a grand celebration.
Her heart tightened. Could it be… what Mo Tian mentioned in the carriage was true? The thought of her brother, Bai Chen, marrying someone else filled her with unease. She wanted to ask, to uncover the truth—but another part of her whispered that perhaps it had nothing to do with him.
After all, Bai Chen wasn't the Witch Queen's son, merely a prince from a small witch kingdom like she once was. Even if he were to marry, the Witch Queen would never personally host the ceremony in her own palace.
