The air suddenly became frosty, as if something was weighing on their minds. It was frigid and frightening. Ning Xueyan pulled at the corner of her sleeve with her hands, and then she became silent, together with the others.

Ning Qingshan felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. She felt a cold gaze falling on her, and the blood vessels all over her body seemed to have been constricted.

"Is she the co-consort you have chosen?" His decadent sound was pleasing, ...