Xiao Changyi said, "Do you really want them to be together?"
An Jing shook her head, "That's not it. But if the two of them are truly in love, I do hope they can be together."
Xiao Changyi said, "Everything is predestined by fate."
An Jing originally did not believe in such things, but thinking of the relationship between her and her husband, she started to believe in destiny, nodding her head, "One can only go with the flow."
...
The next day, the twelfth of September, was the Emperor of Xiyun's fifty-third birthday. Everyone in the palace was so busy they were practically flipping upside down, every nerve strained for fear of making the slightest error. Only An Jing and Xiao Changyi were leisurely, even taking a stroll together in the Imperial Garden.
By the time An Jing and Xiao Changyi arrived at the birthday feast, most of the guests had already arrived. Everyone was presenting their birthday gifts to the Emperor of Xiyun, a countless array of precious and rare treasures.
