Two days later, Imperial Consort Ming visited.
Jinzhou was bustling, with the welcoming street full of people beating gongs and drums, singing and dancing joyfully.
She was their big figure, representing Jinzhou. How could they not worship her? Not admire her?
Imperial Consort Ming had never been as happy as she was at this moment.
She used to be a child from a poor background, living a life of hardship. Who would have thought she would achieve such status today?
Fate is always unpredictable, and when fortune smiles, there's no stopping it.
Now she was Imperial Consort Ming. Her old enemies, how could they still be arrogant? Dare to do anything to her?
Lin Yifan, wearing a black silk conical hat, stood on the second floor of a building beside the street, witnessing the spectacle.
