At midnight, people already lined up at the Imperial Royal Airport for the arrival of the flight. The control tower on the deserted runway kept announcing the impending landing.
Autumn's cold bite seemed especially apparent tonight. Layers of fabric were barely enough to resist the bone-chilling wind, which constantly whistled past.
Hearing the distant sound of the airplane landing, Qi Jiu nudged the white-bearded old man next to him, "Hey, old man, do you think it will rain tonight?"
"I am not a weatherman, how would asking me help?" The old man's mustache was trembling in the wind.
He wore the expression of an old man unwilling to chat.
This old man was Princess Katherine's uncle, Prince Bandeli, who seldom got involved in political affairs.
But with the old king's death and the new king's youth, the senior princes and princesses were fighting fiercely for the throne. Thus, this old man, who was nearing the end of his life, was dragged into this mess.
