An attendant immediately raised his voice: "The hunting festival begins! Flower God, bless us!"
Everyone turned their eyes toward the Flower God altar, but Yue Mingxuan had not appeared.
Sui He who are watching this scene from below felt a jolt of panic.
Oh no, could the prince have fallen asleep on the altar?
She instantly regretted waking him up so early.
"Flower God, bless us…" The attendant called again, louder this time, under the emperor's slightly displeased gaze.
Only then did Yue Mingxuan slowly wake up.
He peeked over the edge of the altar and saw a dense crowd of people.
It's disaster!
Panic welled up in him.
He remembered hearing someone shout "Flower God, bless us," but how exactly was he supposed to bless them?
After a second call, the crowd still saw no sign of him.
The emperor coughed in displeasure.
The attendant who is already sweating mustered all his strength and shouted once more: "Flower God, bless us!"
