As night fell, stars bloomed like flowers and palace lanterns hung as thick as rain.
Even at night, the Great Yan Imperial Palace was as bright as day. A young woman in red, light martial attire followed behind a tall and sturdy man in a martial robe. Her ponytail reached her waist, which was exceptionally slender. Her face was fair, her eyes shone like brilliant stars, and the faint crimson rouge on her lips failed to conceal the heroic air in her delicate features.
"Father, if the Sixth Prince hadn't committed a great crime, would you back him?"
Huo Hongling's gaze flickered. She looked at the handsome man before her—a man who appeared youthful but was actually middle-aged, who was at the zenith of his power in the Great Yan Army and known as the Champion Marquis.
"That question is meaningless."
Huo Qing turned back, looked at his daughter, and shook his head with a faint smile.
In his eyes, such a thing was highly unlikely.
