Mo Xuetong's mouth opened but she did not make a sound. Her fingers, which were hidden under her sleeves, clutched the table tightly. Her eyes tightened as if this would give her strength.

The pot holding the Yuxiao Flower was covered with pieces of jade and covered more than half the pot. The flower grew on top of that. It looked very auspicious and beautiful. Mo Xuetong once looked at the flower for a long time and had once wondered whether the flower meant anything. However, ...