"I know they may be unwilling, and perhaps even have some dark thoughts, but!" The old minister spoke again, his voice suddenly becoming harsh.

"However, if Your Highness is willing, I am willing to lead the way for you and wipe out these rebellious descendants."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into silence.

In the old man's opinion, with Iseglin's current strength, coupled with the assistance of these elders, wiping out the upper elves would be a piece of cake. As long as Iseglin wanted to do it, she would definitely be able to do it. And if the younger generations didn't want to, what could they do? They couldn't stop the princess's return.

"I'm tired. Let's talk about this later."

In the end, Yixue Gelin did not answer the old minister, but asked him to leave, and she stayed alone in the lonely and deep palace inner court.

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Looking at the ancient carvings on the ceiling, Iseglin fell into deep thought.

In fact, she also has some contradictions in her heart. On the one hand, because of her past memories and her birth as a princess, she cannot completely give up her current ice elf clan.

But on the other hand, she somewhat disliked the palace and political affairs, and did not want to get involved in these complicated human calculations. If possible, she would rather live in the isolated lake and flower sea in the Sigh Mountains, sleeping quietly at the bottom of the lake alone, occasionally chatting with Roland, and then taking a walk in the sea of ​​flowers, living a simple life like this.

"After all, I'm the same."

After a long time, the ghost princess sighed.

She used to say that Loran Hill was too kind and weak-hearted and not very good at rejecting others, but when it came to making her own choices, she found that she would not perform any better.

There are always some things that are hard to let go. Even after sleeping in that cold ice coffin for so many years, when those memories come to my mind again, they are still so hot and hard to calm down.

She regretted her weakness in the past and hated the vassals and nobles who deceived her, but she could not cut off all of this.

In my childhood, I lived a beautiful life like a flower, flawless and pure. Under the peaceful courtyard of the World Tree, many elders came to visit me, holding high expectations for me. Fairies played around me, giving me all kinds of blessings and protection.

All these things nurtured her, constituted her initial memories and everything, allowing her to always retain a quiet and peaceful soil in her heart, surrounded by a faint concern and longing.

What should I do? Should I take this path?

As she thought, a flower made of ice and snow gently turned between her fingers.

Finally, she sighed quietly, leaned back on the lonely throne, placed the ice flower on her forehead, covered her eyes, and prepared to take a quiet nap or reminisce for a while.

Not long after, in the deserted hall, a silver-haired figure quietly floated down and walked towards the hesitant ghost princess.

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