Outside Mount Xianglu, a sea of people.
The citizens of Chang'an had all gathered here, waiting for the Empress's descent. The scene just now had truly set off a storm in their hearts.
Just the thought of the Empress sharing a flying chariot with the Demon Lord made everyone's thoughts quite complex.
On the one hand, they were happy that the Empress could have such an experience; on the other hand, they were tense and worried—after all, she was their sovereign, exalted above all.
In the eyes of many citizens of Chang'an, the Empress was utterly devoid of romantic feelings, yet now she had made an exception for a man.
It ultimately shattered the perfect image of the Empress in their hearts, causing many citizens to sigh repeatedly and occasionally gaze toward the distant peak as if they could already see the scene of the Empress and the Demon Lord strolling through the maple woods.
