In the hall.
Princess An Yang sat high behind the golden silk curtain. Her figure was blurred, vaguely commanding, with hair like a long waterfall, her features indistinct, but her lips a striking red.
Huang Su, Hong Luo, and Lu Ya stood before the curtain. Below was a young man, wearing a mask, standing proudly.
Princess An Yang said, "Chuchu, have you decided, do you really want to infiltrate Jade City for me? With your status and talent, there's no need to take such a big risk. If you wish to make a name, I can arrange it for you."
The young man said, "My mind is made up, Aunt, rest assured."
Li Xian thought, "So he's the nephew of Princess An Yang." Princess An Yang smiled and said, "Good, worthy of the Wei family's son, with spirit and courage!"
"Chuchu, this cup of wine, I toast to you."
