Leng Bi Yue, Xue Ni Chang, Li Wan Hua, Ao Tian, Ling Hu Chongtian, and the others turned to look at the center of the crowd.
In the crowd was a woman wearing a bright red robe, with hair as white as snow.
Ming Yue!
Because Ming Yue called Yang Yan her husband, and Yang Yan did not deny it.
So naturally, Leng Bi Yue, Xue Ni Chang, Li Wan Hua, Ao Tian, Kong Xuan, and the others assumed this woman to be the future Empress.
With Yang Yan absent, they protected Ming Yue as they would protect Yang Yan.
Positioning her in the center so she wouldn't be placed directly in danger should anything happen.
"Sister Ming Yue, you..." Tang Qingqing asked puzzledly.
Ming Yue's eyes were like glass; there was none of the usual luster, only endless indifference, apathy.
"Yes." Ming Yue nodded slightly.
Then rays of light emanated from her eyes, of seven colors.
The seven colored Divine Light spread through the crowd, radiating outward.
"What is this..."
