When she entered the hotel, she was almost greeted by the reverent gazes of everyone around her. As she passed by, the crowd parted on their own, and although there were some among them who were scared, the icy aloofness and silence that Musheng maintained while walking through the crowd somehow added a solemn air to the atmosphere.
Her bearing was as if she was about to ascend the throne to become a queen.
It wasn't until Musheng had stepped into the hotel that the people behind her, all drenched in sweat, barely managed to restrain themselves from shouting 'Long live our emperor!' The question was, if they really shouted, could they still save face?
