“Did you not hear This Empress’s royal decree, little mayor?!”
Standing atop her Ten-Mile Diamond Ice Chariot, Empress Han Bingshuang of the Ice-Mirror Galaxy raised her chin forty-five degrees toward the starry sky, trying her best to look like an untouchable frost goddess.
Around her chariot, three thousand female disciples of the Ice-Mirror Royal Court stood in neat ranks wearing fluttering white silk robes and holding crystal frost-swords. On the outside, they looked cold, noble, and fierce.
In Pei Xuan’s eyes, however, a forest of bright green status bars was bouncing up and down above their heads like a comedy show:
“Ahem!” Empress Han Bingshuang stamped her crystal boot on the chariot floor to get Pei Xuan’s attention—and immediately winced as a sharp pin-prick of cold poison shot up from her frozen heel into her calf. She covered it up with an icy cough. “For ten thousand years, our Ice-Mirror Galaxy has practiced the Supreme Cold-Heart Jade Scripture! To keep our hearts pure as snow, our ancestors banned all stoves, hot soup, and wool blankets! Now your vulgar yellow suns and steaming beef turnips are blowing warm wind across our border! What if my disciples’ hearts melt from smelling your gravy?!”
