After the feast, Sangmo took a seat in the Chishui Family's carriage, heading towards Changli Mountain.
She lifted the curtain and saw the Emperor, Chishui Hefeng, dressed in a dark indigo robe, his raven hair loosely pinned behind his head with a golden hairpin. His gaze was deep and profound, and he sat in the central seat with an air of calm composure.
Sangmo secretly swallowed, feeling an urge to back out and leave.
However, the City Lord's wife enthusiastically grabbed her hand, ushering her to sit by her side.
The weather was scorching hot, and there was an ice mirror in the center of the Chishui Family's carriage that emitted a faint coolness.
The City Lord's wife placed a blanket over Chishui Hefeng's legs, then turned her head and smiled kindly at Sangmo, "Miss Su, do you feel cold?"
Sangmo shook her head, "It's hot outside. The temperature inside your carriage is just right."
