Emilia sat quietly in the corner of the court gathering.
She was the main character today, the Wind Palace was adorned with lights everywhere, all to create an atmosphere of joy for her.
Unfortunately, Emilia was still in low spirits.
She wore the most beautiful princess dress, adorned with expensive jewelry and a crown, yet there was always an undeniable melancholy on her flawless jade-like face.
Emperor Edwan of the Empire was enthusiastically chatting with several ministers about economic development plans.
Edwan was somewhat worried about Emilia, glancing over at her repeatedly, and finally couldn't resist getting up, walking past the edge of the dance floor to stand before Emilia.
"Oh, what's the matter with you, my dear sister?"
Edwan smiled and said:
