At the bustling Banquet for the Champion Scholar at Taihe Hall, with fireworks blooming massively in the skies outside.
In the far northeast of the Imperial City, within Yonghe Palace, Consort Shuu Yang Huan stood in a plain blue dress, gazing longingly toward Taihe Hall, her face marked by sorrow.
Beside her, a palace maid holding a princess also looked enviously in that direction.
"My Lady, Taihe Hall is really lively, I heard tonight there's a special banquet for the Champion Scholar, with hundreds attending."
"This year, both the Literary and Martial Champions hail from the Cui Family, they're truly impressive!"
"The Cui Family..."
The innocent words of the palace maid only deepened Yang Huan's sorrowful thoughts.
If it were in the past, before her father committed those acts, it would have been the Yang Family enjoying such endless favors!
But now...
"Wow! Fireworks! Look at the fireworks!"
"Sister Huan, look over there..."
