Once again, the rebellious young guards who dared mock their saintess found themselves punished.0

They were now lined up, kneeling, with copper basins on their heads, collecting the falling snow, waiting to use it to prepare a bath for the saintess.0

It was said to enhance the skin, making it as smooth as ice and snow… a process that was quite foreign to the Spirit Tribe. The method sounded impressive, but in the end, what good was “skin as pure white as snow” if there was no one to appreciate it?0

With the guards quietly questioning their actions but too afraid to speak, Sisi, clearly irritated, stormed out of the temple. She made her way to the back, where her palace awaited—her true residence.0

She was the queen of the Spirit Tribe, having undergone a ceremony similar to the Central Plains’ imperial system when she ascended the throne. But despite her title, most people still referred to her as the saintess, especially considering the ancestral god and the sacred envoy. The title of queen was mostly reserved for when there were outsiders. Sisi herself actually preferred...0