One could not tell if Nalan Hongye was happy or sad. Her figure seemed so lonely as her eyes gazed into the distance. Far in the distance, the Yi Le Palace stood, with music coming out from inside. The dances and musicals seemed like a metaphor for the weakening of the glorious empire.
"Let us head to Qing Zhi Palace," Nalan Hongye instructed.
In the dusk, Xuan Mo had left the palace. Aunt Yun, along with the servants, brought up the dishes that had already been prepared. Nalan Hongye did not have a good appetite and merely ate a few mouthfuls. Suddenly, she heard a flurry of panicking footsteps beyond the door. A person was running while shouting breathlessly, "Princess! Princess! Disaster! Disaster!"
"What happened?" Nalan Hongye raised an eyebrow.
