Princess Xiuying’s voice cut through the air, sharp as steel. "Do not mistake my youth for weakness," she hissed, her dark eyes blazing. "I am of royal blood, and I will not be dismissed like some court servant. Cross me again, and you'll find even the emperor's favor won't save you." Her hand tightened around the edge of her fur coat, as if bracing for a battle of wills.
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