Meanwhile, in a remote palace room, a flower vase shattered. A delicate and exquisite figure staggered around, trying to avoid something.
She had knocked over the vase while trying to get out of the way. She tried to open the door in her confusion. However, light flickered across it, pushing her away.
The young lady was dressed in an emerald green dress that gave off a sense of brimming natural vitality at a mere glance.
Her hair was arranged into many meticulous braids, adorned with an assortment of gorgeous ornaments. Under the illumination of the room's candlelight, they truly looked bright and dazzling.
Not too far away, a well-dressed man slowly walked over. When he saw the young lady's beauty and her unmatched, goddess-like daintiness, he began breathing heavily. He said, "Princess Natasha, this residence is special. You cannot leave unless I let you."
