As the rays of dawn descended, the clouds slowly parted on either side, revealing an Imperial Carriage of utmost luxury.
The Imperial Carriage,
belonging to the Emperor.
The Duke is granted special permission to use such a procession.
But looking at the carriage before them, it was evidently overstepping; however, in the current chaos of Great Wei, no one paid any attention.
"Hey!"
The woman driving lightly pulled the reins, and the carriage halted before Cien Temple. Through the beaded curtain, a graceful silhouette could be faintly seen inside.
"Ping'an."
"It's been years since we last met."
Li Yingxuan's voice was somber, tinged with emotion:
"I still remember when you lived in Zhaonan Prefecture as a child, often coming to play at my mansion. Those days are vivid in my memory."
"Back then, I was young and ignorant, and many thanks to the elder for taking care of me." Fang Ping'an clasped his hands, his voice full of gratitude:
"Ping'an will never forget."
