The Emperor looked down at everyone from the tall city tower. At first glance, he instinctively looked in the direction of the drum. With one look, he saw Gu Yanfei standing beside it.
Chu Yi was standing beside the Emperor, his frosty white cloak billowing in the wind and flapping loudly.
He was also looking at Gu Yanfei.
Gu Yanfei didn't expect Chu Yi to come back at this time. She looked up and smiled at him. In an instant, she was as beautiful as a flower bud on a branch, smiling and spitting out its stamen.
The Emperor slowly looked at everyone below and said, "All of you may rise."
His voice carried an inconspicuous trace of fatigue in the cold winter wind.
Eunuch Zhao Rang repeated the emperor's words at the top of his lungs. His sharp voice resounded throughout the silent square.
The commoners were a little surprised that the Emperor was so approachable and stood up one after another.
