At this point, the coronation ceremony smoothly drew to a close.
Originally, there should have been a banquet, but the little emperor was still an infant, so it was already impressive that he managed to stay awake this long. Su Zhiruan decisively canceled this event.
Next came the envoys entering the court to congratulate the New Emperor—
The eunuch's sharp voice rang out, "The Wang Dynasty's envoy has arrived—"
Su Zhiruan paused, slightly raised her eyes, and instantly a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.
Suddenly, she felt as if her palm was covered in fine sweat.
It was — Ji Xiaoyuan!
The man who once wore plain clothes but had a tall and slender figure now overlapped with the current lean and noble Dynasty Regent King.
He was still himself, the same as in her memory.
As soon as the man entered the hall, his gaze involuntarily fell on the person he thought of day and night, with others seeming to fade into the background.
