Today is the auspicious occasion of the new ruler's coronation and the imperial wedding. As the Holy Emperor's sister, the Seventeenth Princess should have been present in grand attire, smiling and radiant. Why, then, does she appear in such a manner?
"Look at the expression of the Seventeenth Princess... It seems something unforeseen might have occurred just now."
"Silence! Do not speculate too much!" Someone seemed to understand something and immediately fell silent.
At this moment, low whispers spread like ripples among the crowd, yet swiftly subsided.
Sitting on the dragon throne, Ji Minghao saw Ji Mingyue's appearance, and his expression slightly changed beneath the coronet tassels.
He already knew what had just happened with Ji Mingyuan, that Ji Mingyue had gone to Ji Mingyuan's residence and witnessed Ji Mingyuan's death.
He gripped the armrest tight and then loosened his hand.
He took a deep breath, stood up, and called out loudly, "Shiqi, you have come!"
