The afternoon sun was splendid. Li Qingmu rode his horse through the forest for a round, and only after breaking into a light sweat, did he return.
A few personal attendants followed behind him, among them were Yang Shiqi and Zhang Liulang. Now that he was the Emperor, he naturally had the authority to assign a few trusted aides to stay by his side.
"Whoa—"
The horse neighed and leisurely came to a halt, shaking its head and tail.
Li Qingmu casually swept his gaze across some people in the distance. Truly, it was just a casual glance, but for some reason, his pupils suddenly contracted!
A figure slowly walked away, that back... was so familiar!
He wondered if it was the sunlight dazzling his eyes, causing him to hallucinate, or if it was real?
He closed his eyes briefly, and upon reopening them, the figure had already disappeared.
"Yue'er..."
He softly murmured, his voice barely audible.
"Your Majesty, is there something amiss?"
