The enormous horse rode straight past, and the Prince, clad in a python robe with an imposing demeanor, didn't pause.
Their eyes met for just a fleeting moment, no more than that.
The tall figure gradually receded, followed by a long procession, surging through the wide city gate like a torrent.
Chen Yi slightly narrowed her eyes.
Even with Zhu E's incredible disguise technique, masking her female traits, Chen Yi could still tell that it was Qin Qingluo.
Just moments ago, they were merely a few zhang apart, she walked past the city gate, so very close, but the brief moment of distraction made Chen Yi react too late.
The moment of meeting came unexpectedly and left as swiftly as an arrow.
At thirty zhang beyond the Yen Gate, the ceremonial procession halted, and the Prince of Annan dismounted immediately.
Entering the Ancestral Temple's gate, without haste or delay, descending upon reaching the vestibule, showing detachment from the mundane world.
