Gu Xijiu began to feel anxious and panicked. That was the first time she felt so worried in her life. Her heart was racing all day and she could barely focus or do anything about it. It was frustrating to be in that position.
Luckily, Luo Zhanyu reminded her, "Xijiu, do you want to pay your respects to His Majesty at the royal mausoleum?"
Gu Xijiu was shocked. "His Majesty!?"
Luo Zhanyu looked a little depressed. "Yeah, our emperor has passed away. His coffin has been transported back to be buried. Do you want to go since both of you were once very close friends…?"
Gu Xijiu immediately stood up. "Yes, let's go!"
…
It was frequently raining during the festival of Qingming. Countless people were walking on the street as if they were going to leave this world out of sheer sadness. It was drizzling as the Qingming festival was just around the corner. Gu Xijiu was idling as she fixed her eyes at the tombstone in front of the royal mausoleum.