Li Xueyue let out a shaky breath of disbelief. Even so, she did not dare to question the decision of the Empress. For, she too, was a fostered daughter who had the guidance from a loving family. Her fingers curled inwards, digging into her palm. This defeat was not what she had expected.
She dug her fingers into her palms until crescent moons formed on it. She clenched her teeth.
At the worst of times, the sun decided to escape the gloomy clouds. Ever so slowly, rays of sunlight shone upon the Empress's shoulder blades. Taller than the Princess, she cast a shadow over her.
"Empress…" Li Xueyue trailed off, an edge to her voice. It wasn't threatening, nor was it filled with warning. Dread filled her, for she knew the Empress had made the wrong decision.
