660 The Guilty Party Files a Suit

The sky darkened gradually. Gazing out of the window, a distinct, scarlet speck of flames in the city shone upon the frosty surface, enveloped by descending, fluttering snowflakes. Contrasting with the dark clouds above, the scenery was tranquil and picturesque.

Lydia laid languidly on the scarlet velvet sofa in a plain white robe that wrapped around her graceful figure. The burning flames in the fireplace brought warmth to the chilly, spacious room.

The melodious sound of harp resounded in the room. Lydia lifted the letter to her eye level and scanned the content. She let out a soft giggle and the melody came to a spontaneous end.

"Your Highness, did you read something interesting again?"