The carriage arrived at this moment.
Fu Xingyi and An Ning got off one after the other.
"Long live the Emperor, long live the Empress for a thousand years!"
The grand voice resonated under the sky.
An Ning lowered her gaze.
Looking at the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground.
This should all be Xiao Jinxing's glory, the empire he fought for with his life...
"Son pays respects to Father Emperor, pays respects to Mother Empress." Xiao Luming led a group and approached them, making a bow.
An Ning looked at her son.
This time governing the country seems to have made him more mature and steady.
"Luming, stand up." Fu Xingyi spoke.
His voice was gentle.
"You've worked hard during the time Father was away." Fu Xingyi pressed his hand lightly on Luming's shoulder.
Xiao Luming, already sensitive, felt the action and a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
He always felt that the Father in front of him seemed somewhat different.
