"Master, you have come!" Princess Yunyang's eyes lit up, she stood up, stepping on the stone, and gazed cheerfully at Bian Ji, who was as delightful as a feast with his rosy lips and white teeth.
Master Bian Ji clasped his hands together, and said calmly, "This humble monk has come to inform Your Highness of some news."
"What?"
"The Emperor failed in the Sealing ritual, was severely injured and disappeared, the Eight Princes have raised their troops, and now various armies are headed towards the Capital." Bian Ji lamented.
"What!"
Princess Yunyang was greatly shocked, she grabbed Bian Ji, questioning him thoroughly, and upon hearing the full details, she alternated between crying and laughing, her heart felt like it was overturned with mixed emotions, not knowing whether she was more relieved or more pained.
When Xu Zhenguan was around, she only held resentment for this niece, and the year of confinement only turned that into hatred.
