'She couldn't be the reincarnation of some Great Power, could she?'
"Your Majesty..."
In just that short moment, Yang Yingchan's face had turned deathly pale. She clutched her head, clearly in considerable distress.
"This matter cannot be rushed. We'll discuss it after we see Prince Zhenbei."
Lu Mingyuan soothed her, speaking softly.
"Before that, let's leave the palace and get some fresh air."
...
In the Inner City's Hundred Workshops, shops stood in great numbers, their wares a dazzling array.
A sea of people moved through the streets, bustling with excitement.
It seemed the people of the Capital City had not grown too depressed or pessimistic over the change of emperor or the death knell of war. Their days went on, and life had to continue.
A man and a woman, their faces concealed, walked along the street.
The woman looked ceaselessly at all sorts of Hairpin Jades, her eyes filled with excitement and joy at everything she saw.
