The heavy rain was torrential, and Sangmo hesitated for only a moment before Huang Cuihua pulled her up onto Qingya Peak, and she thought to herself, "It is also possible for me to look for him tomorrow."
But she didn't know that after Chishui Huang finished delivering the umbrella, he was picked up by a carriage from the Chishui Family, nor did she know that Chishui Huang was about to marry a well-matched noblewoman to secure the power of the Chishui Family.
She was unaware that the rough man had actually cried; it was just that the rain was too heavy, and no one else could tell.
Time quickly advanced to three days later, and during these few days, Sangmo lived in trepidation, as if on the edge of an abyss.
"Little mirror, where do you think the Emperor is now?"
"The Emperor is, of course, in his Purple Chen Palace, and if he comes down here, it will only be an avatar."
"Then tell me, when will his avatar come to find me?"
