With Lin Yi's guarantee, the young Emperor naturally felt completely at ease. Watching his jubilant subjects, he was presented with the spectacle of a nation at peace and his people secure.
The pious men and women dressed up with great care, hoping to encounter a wonderful marriage on this special day.
The official activities of the Qi Qiao Festival only started at noon, and this year, having heard that Your Majesty would personally attend, everyone got up early, waiting on the streets for Your Majesty's carriage to pass by.
By stark contrast to the celebration inside and outside the Imperial City, the Eighth Prince stationed at the border was anxious and restless.
The Eighth Prince had paced back and forth inside his tent dozens of times, repeatedly asking the same question.
"Is there any news yet? Can we strike back at the Imperial City now?"
