After a moment, Shu Yue looked at the figure ahead.
Luolan’s aqua-blue long hair swayed gently with her movements.
The young girl’s posture was elegant and graceful, but Shu Yue had no mind to appreciate it at the moment—she was very nervous.
Eustia had left halfway through; she didn’t need to follow Luolan to meet the Duchess.
Hesitating for a long while, Shu Yue finally spoke:
“Luolan, your mother… is she easy to get along with?”
“Mm…”
Luolan’s response was not very certain.
In her eyes, her mother was indeed relatively easy to get along with.
But in others’ eyes, this was a woman who could single-handedly salvage the Isolde Family after the Grand Duke fell, the true power holder of the entire Northern Frontier now.
For such a lady, was she easy to get along with?
That obviously depends on who you ask…
Shu Yue had seen the attitude of the knights, and could imagine the attitude of the Duchess that would follow.
But since she had come, she had to grit her teeth and face it.
If anything really went wrong, she could just blame it all on Eustia—after all, she was still here, and they would bear it together.
Standing at the door, Shu Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Click—
With the turning of the lock, Luolan pushed the door open.
The door made not a single sound; only the soft sound of a book closing came from inside.
Luolan stepped inside first.
Shu Yue took a deep breath, glanced down at herself—the Mirror Flower Water Moon Transformation was still maintained.
She stepped into the room, and what met her eyes was a somewhat messy study.
Behind the desk sat a dignified and graceful beautiful woman.
Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, even spreading onto the floor.
She wore a black dress, her face appearing no older than twenty-five or twenty-six, as youthful as a princess of the West Wind Empire.
But the aura of authority cultivated by long-term residence in a high position was as heavy as a mountain.
Those wine-red eyes passed over Luolan’s shoulder and landed directly on Shu Yue.
With just one glance, Shu Yue felt as if her head had been heavily struck, and her vision suddenly blurred.
She quickly mobilized Spirituality to resist this force, then discovered in horror that Spirituality was being consumed at an alarming rate.
Mei’er Yisuode’s eyes revealed a trace of surprise.
She was astonished by the sheer magnitude of Spirituality within Shu Yue.
“Mother!”
Luolan’s voice rang out at that moment.
With the young girl’s voice, the pressure on Shu Yue suddenly lightened.
By now, she was drenched in sweat.
So strong…
Shu Yue’s legs trembled slightly; she had almost failed to stand steady just now.
She never imagined that Lady Mei’er’s oppressive presence would be so terrifying.
If she didn’t count Sister Zi in the Gray Layer, Lady Mei’er was the strongest person she had ever met—unquestionably the strongest.
In front of her, Luolan was, after all, just a daughter.
Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, Shu Yue raised her head to look at Lady Mei’er again.
But when those red eyes swept over once more, she immediately averted her gaze, daring not to meet them.
She didn’t want to experience that again.
To Lady Mei’er, it was merely a casual glance.
But to Shu Yue, it was no less than a full-force strike hitting her body.
Luolan stepped forward, blocking in front of Shu Yue, preventing Lady Mei’er from continuing to exert pressure.
Lady Mei’er gazed at her daughter and slowly spoke:
“You brought him back.”
“Since it was Father’s wish, it is only right for his daughter to fulfill it.”
Luolan’s tone was calm, but still revealed an undeniable emotional fluctuation.
Lady Mei’er stared at her.
“Have you really thought it through?”
“Daughter has already made up her mind.”
Luolan pressed her fair jade hand against her chest and took a deep breath.
“Daughter will ensure that the Northern Frontier remains the Northern Frontier of the Isolde Family forever. Until Father wakes up, I will guard this ancestral inheritance. For that, I will spare no cost.”
Lady Mei’er was silent for a moment, seeming to let out a soft sigh.
“I understand. You may go rest now.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Luolan acknowledged, turned, and as she passed by Shu Yue, she unexpectedly grabbed her wrist.
Shu Yue was startled, and was pulled out of the study by her.
The door closed automatically behind them.
Shu Yue looked down at the girl’s slender white hand.
The next moment, Luolan had already released her pale fingers.
“I’ll take you to where you’re staying.”
“Mm.”
Shu Yue responded softly, thought for a moment, and then said earnestly:
“Thank you.”
If Luolan hadn’t stopped her just now, Lady Mei’er would probably have drained her Spirituality completely.
In just a short moment, her Spirituality was nearly bottomed out.
This fully demonstrated Lady Mei’er’s high rank.
“A method that directly erodes Spirituality…”
Shu Yue pondered inwardly.
“It seems I’ve seen it on that Tier 3 Black Feather Sect member. But her power was too weak. My Spirituality is far stronger than ordinary people’s, and combined with the offset of Dragon’s Majesty, her suppression effect on me was limited.”
“But in front of Luolan’s mother, I would probably be defeated instantly.”
Even with Dragon’s Majesty, it was utterly helpless.
This was pure rank crushing.
Simply put, this ability was for bullying the weak.
Shu Yue wasn’t bothered by the fact that Lady Mei’er hadn’t taken her seriously at all.
The test just now was meant to knock her unconscious.
If Luolan hadn’t intervened, she wouldn’t have heard the subsequent conversation.
Looking at Luolan walking ahead, Shu Yue asked:
“Luolan, is there a suitable place here for meditation and isolation? Preferably a quiet, secluded room that can block external detection.”
“There is.”
Luolan’s answer was still brief.
This personality was somewhat similar to Lady Mei’er’s.
Lady Mei’er had refused to communicate with Shu Yue, and Shu Yue naturally dared not actively provoke such a terrifying powerhouse.
After the two left, a purple figure suddenly appeared in the study.
It was a lady draped in a purple robe.
She stood at the spot where Shu Yue had just been, and gently waved her hand.
A residual image emerged.
It was exactly Shu Yue—or rather, the appearance of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Transformation.
It was largely the male version of Shu Yue, but with sharper features and a slightly taller stature.
The Purple-Robed Lady absorbed the residual image into her palm, turned it into a ball of light, and inserted it into a crystal ball.
As the starry scene appeared in the ball, her eyes under the hood gradually deepened.
About ten seconds later.
The crystal ball suddenly shattered, turning into ashes.
The Purple-Robed Lady turned to face Lady Mei’er, and smiled lightly:
“Causally speaking, it is indeed Liya White. But it is indeed suspicious that you say his Spirituality is close to Tier 3.”
The residual image was the strand of Spirituality that Lady Mei’er had forcibly extracted just now.
Shu Yue was powerless to resist.
The body could be disguised.
But Spirituality originated from the soul.
And the soul could not be faked.
Lady Mei’er pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked:
“What if someone could alter cause and effect?”
The Purple-Robed Lady shook her head.
“Mei’er, you know what that means.”
Lady Mei’er tapped the desk with her finger.
The Purple-Robed Lady sighed.
“Why not just ask your husband? As long as he wakes up, all problems will be solved.”
As long as Grand Duke Isolde recovered, all the current difficulties of the Northern Frontier would be resolved.
Luolan wouldn’t need to rush into Transcendence so urgently, nor would she be drawn into these treacherous conspiracies.
The Purple-Robed Lady walked to the desk and sat sideways on it.
Her full hips pressed against the desktop, outlining a soft curve through the thin fabric.
She reached out and lifted Lady Mei’er’s chin, turning her face toward herself.
“Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.”
Bang!
The Purple-Robed Lady instantly curled into a shrimp shape and flew backward, crashing heavily into the pile of books, making the already messy study even more chaotic.
Lady Mei’er took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped her chin, and then wiped the hand she used to strike.
The Purple-Robed Lady climbed up, clutching her nearly broken waist, her face flushed as she teased:
“Hiss… Your Highness is as violent as ever…”
Lady Mei’er ignored her.
The Purple-Robed Lady rubbed her now-healed slender waist and muttered softly:
“Really doesn’t know how to cherish beauty. We were good sisters back then, you know.”
“Get lost.”
Lady Mei’er’s tone was icy.
The Purple-Robed Lady blinked, and said with a grin:
“I just can’t bear to part with little Luolan. How about I test that kid for you, see if he truly likes our little Luolan? Are you really willing to let her spend her life with Liya?”
“I said, get lost.”
This time, Lady Mei’er was truly angry.
“Got it~”
The Purple-Robed Lady quickly restrained her playfulness, lay down flat on the floor, and rolled all the way to the door.
Standing up to open the door, she then lay down again, rolled out, and closed the door behind her.
The room finally fell silent again.
Lady Mei’er rubbed her brow, recalling Luolan’s expression just now.
That kind of emotion should not have appeared on Luolan’s face.
If it were only duty and sacrifice, her eyes would have been resolute and calm.
But just now…
Luolan had clearly hesitated.
When she said those words, a flicker of panic and anxiety passed through the depths of her eyes.
What exactly was she thinking of at that moment?