The night grew heavier like accumulating mist, layer upon layer of darkness smeared across the sky.
An ordinary carriage, unassociated with magnificence, rolled slowly along the street, its wheels crushing the delicate and faded color of the moonlight.
Only the magnificent steed pulling the carriage hinted at the extraordinary status of the person it carried.
"It angers me to death, that an old woman who's been with so many men can be so arrogant! We've been waiting at her door for several days, and we still haven't caught a glimpse of her, not even the Emperor himself carries on like this!"
Zhou Xiyue, the little princess of the Dazhou Dynasty, fumed furiously.
The woman sitting beside her, dignified as a precious peony, had a look of dark clouds over her face, and her slightly clenched powdery fists hinted at the anger in her heart.
The Dazhou Dynasty had been established for two hundred and thirty-four years.
The current Emperor, Zhou Chang, was its ninth ruler.
