Today was a busy day, so busy that it left one feeling slightly dizzy.
Yet someone was tirelessly joyful throughout it all.
Accepting the prostrations of the common people, the blessings of the officials.
Accepting the adoring gazes of men and at the same time, the envious, jealous, and resentful looks from the ladies.
Feng Yexuan had been by her side all day, but after noon, his interest clearly waned, growing tired of such scenes.
He was not, in fact, a person who liked the hustle and bustle.
But his dead woman did.
Having endured another afternoon, as evening approached, Feng Yexuan finally reached his limit.
"This Prince... will wait for you back home."
For the first time, without any external pressure, he left his dead woman behind and walked away.
Although Chu Qianli looked reluctant, she still stayed behind, staying at the palace to accept the banquet specially organized for her by the Emperor.