The next day, the sky was still very dark, with not even a hint of dawn at the horizon, and many people were already waiting under the palace gate.
They were all ministers coming to court, some holding lanterns to illuminate their faces and those of their colleagues, making them as bright as daylight.
Li Qingmu stood at the side, looking at those lanterns, feeling uneasy,
not understanding why they were holding white lanterns, was it to make things brighter?
Couldn't they use yellow ones?
Li Qingmu was fixated on the lanterns, not noticing the unfriendly glances from the people around him.
In fact, he wasn't absent-minded intentionally, but deliberately so, because he didn't want to confront those people. A few sharp words exchanged could lead to problems later.
Soon, the palace gate opened, and everyone filed in.
