Capital City, Anxing Village.
At the entrance of the village, an old ginkgo tree stood, its golden-yellow leaves leisurely drifting down in the wind, brushing past the indifferent and graceful features of a young passerby.
He slightly tilted his face to avoid the falling leaves, inadvertently catching sight of a horse-drawn carriage emerging from within Anxing Village.
The carriages of the city's nobility were often marked.
The more distinguished the status, the more prominent the mark.
Take the one before his eyes; even a passerby would immediately recognize it, and respectfully step aside.
The only youth who did not move aside seemed rather conspicuous.
When the carriage was about seven steps away from the youth, it quietly halted.
The youth urged his horse forward a few steps, his gaze deepening as he called out in a low voice, "Crown Princess Consort."
