Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

Chapter 132 The girl is very righteous

Lord Turtle's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He nodded slowly and said in a low and slow voice: "You are absolutely right. The young lady is very understanding and it is a blessing for our dynasty!" His eyes, like two cold lightning bolts, shot straight at the seemingly delicate and weak woman standing in front of him without reservation.

The woman possessed a graceful figure, her waist slender like a willow, and every gesture exuded a unique charm. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a meticulously carved jade, and her skin was whiter than snow, delicate and delicate. Yet, despite her striking appearance, her face revealed a maturity and composure far beyond her years. This aura made her stand out in the crowd.

As Master Turtle gazed at her, a trace of doubt involuntarily welled up in his heart. He thought to himself: It is truly astonishing that such a young and beautiful woman could possess such extraordinary insight and bearing. What kind of experiences and circumstances had shaped such a unique woman?

However, that glimmer of doubt was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet dazzling. It flickered across his mind for a fleeting moment before vanishing in an instant. Then, as if an invisible hand had quickly buried it deep within the most secret corner of his heart.

You see, this is the palace! Behind this seemingly magnificent palace lies endless conspiracy and scheming. Here, the situation is unpredictable, like a turbulent sea, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. Everyone is like a traveler groping in the fog, and the slightest mistake could lead to a plunge into the abyss. Therefore, any strange and bizarre thing is possible here.

At this moment, Bi Yaoyao, who had been standing quietly by, lowered her head slightly, like a delicate lotus timidly faltering in the cool breeze. She gently raised her arms and carefully extended her fair, delicate hands, her movements gentle and slow, as if afraid to disturb the air around her. Then, with a reverent gesture, she firmly accepted the imperial edict, a symbol of supreme authority, from the hand of the eunuch named Gui Gonggong. At that moment, this imperial edict seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, carrying the fate and hopes of countless people.

Her hands trembled slightly like leaves in the wind, as if the imperial edict wasn't just a fluttering scroll, but a massive rock bearing the weight of a mountain. With every slight tremor, she could almost hear the soft groaning of bones straining under the weight.

Finally, when she mustered the courage to slowly raise her head, the entire scene was instantly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone present, whether they were high-ranking officials or humble servants, their eyes were instantly focused on her beautiful face.

Everyone looked intently, only to see that her once fair, delicate, and fragile face now appeared remarkably resolute due to the turmoil within her. Her usually gentle eyes now shone like cold stars high in the sky, their unwavering light radiating from them like lightning piercing the dark night sky, making it impossible to ignore them.

At this moment, Bi Yaoyao was like a snow lotus blooming on a mountaintop, radiating an otherworldly, cool aura. Standing there gracefully, she was a world apart from the ordinary, mediocre women around her.

Look at that woman, tall and straight, like a pine tree proudly standing amidst a world of ice and snow. The howling wind and the blizzard, like a mighty army, could not falter her. Like an impenetrable fortress, she was firmly rooted in this cold and desolate land, allowing the raging wind and snow to ravage her with all their might, yet she remained erect, unbending or even breaking.

Then look at that beautiful face, dignified and graceful, like an orchid quietly blooming on the edge of a precipice. A gentle breeze wafts its delicate fragrance, gently wafting it, refreshing the soul. Her skin is as white as snow, delicate as silk, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her lips are naturally red. But what is most striking is the expression on her face, one that reveals a fearless determination to sacrifice her life for her country. Her bright eyes gleam with a resolute light, as if burning with an eternal flame; the corners of her mouth, slightly raised, reveal a fearless smile, as if she has already disregarded life and death.

Even if it's just a fleeting glimpse, anyone who witnesses this expression will be deeply shocked. It's as if an invisible force penetrates through layers of obstacles and strikes deep into the soul, moving people and making them respect this brave and fearless woman.

The old turtle, who had been standing quietly by and observing everything happening in silence, couldn't help but feel surprised after witnessing the entire process of the incident from its beginning to its development to the final outcome.

However, this veteran and experienced old turtle, relying on the extremely rich experience he had accumulated over the years in the deep and sea-like palace, deeply understood that one should never rashly judge a person's true intentions and nature based solely on the surface phenomena of things.

You have to know that this magnificent yet mysterious palace is filled with all kinds of power struggles, intrigues, and open and secret struggles. Those deep calculations, interlocking conspiracies and tricks, and unpredictable intrigues are simply countless.

Time flies, and after so many years, the old turtle has become well aware of all the tricks hidden behind the palace, and can even be said to know them like the back of his hand.

Because of this, even though he had already detected something unusual about Bi Yaoyao with his incredibly keen perception, if one only examined her outward appearance, he still maintained an astonishing composure and calmness. From beginning to end, he didn't betray even the slightest trace of unusual emotion, as if the scene unfolding before him couldn't touch his heart at all, appearing completely nonchalant and indifferent.

Then look at his face, weathered by countless trials and tribulations, as if etched mercilessly by the passage of time. It resembles a dried-out walnut, not only shriveled but also densely covered with wrinkles, some deep and some shallow. These wrinkles crisscross like deep ravines, silently telling of the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of life.