Ji Qingwu tilted her head slightly and saw a dazzling expanse of bright yellow appear before her eyes.
The morning sun rose behind him, and the jade beads on his ceremonial crown swayed gently. He seemed to be glowing.
'If only the coldness in his eyes were as warm as the sunlight.'
Before Ji Qingwu could react, Little Dongzi, who was beside her, leaped backward as if wanting to be ten meters away from her. Then he quickly threw himself to the ground to greet the Emperor.
"This servant greets Your Majesty."
Two people followed behind Emperor Wu Su.
One was the ever-present Li Yuzong. The other was the very person she had just mentioned she was looking for, Duan Mingfeng.
Zhao Mingyan's frigid gaze swept over her. He then shot a sidelong glance at Duan Mingfeng, who stood behind him to his right, before stepping into the hall.
Little Dongzi scrambled to his feet. Though his words were for Ji Qingwu, he shouted them toward the hall.
