The storm passed, leaving a mess everywhere.
The palace maids and eunuchs were busy cleaning up the traces of blood on the floor.
The warm winter sun and the frosty wind quickly dried the dragon-carved phoenix railing made of white jade, the marble-paved ground, and the dragon-patterned steps outside Zichen Palace.
Zichen Palace was restored to its former solemnity and majesty in no time, as if nothing had occurred.
Xiao'er, who had put on a clean set of clothes, together with Shangguan Xuanyi, who was also freshly dressed and waiting outside, headed toward the royal study room.
"The emperor seemed unapproachable just now, but why did he summon us to the study room for discussion all of a sudden?" Xiao'er found the emperor's recovery ability quite extraordinary.
"His Majesty manages myriad state affairs every day, he does not have time to indulge in grief!" Shangguan Xuanyi couldn't help but gently take Xiao'er's hand.
