"It's Lord Qiong Qi, the Night King's carriage!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. The entire square was in an uproar, as if a drop of water had fallen into a pot of oil. The most excited one was Mu Wanyue, who was standing on the stage. Ever since last night, she had been searching around the city for the Night King's whereabouts. She had searched until this morning. A second ago, she was still wondering where the Night King was resting.
She raised her hand and stroked the hairpin on her head. That hairpin was given to her by her cousin in the capital. Her cousin was a beauty and had a very unique taste. She had also seen His Highness on the streets with her cousin three years ago. From then on, her life would be impacted by him forever.
