It seemed as if time had reversed, returning to what it once was.
That woman was none other than the Noble Consort Yang, Yang Huanyu.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her expression full of emotion. The former Noble Consort Yang, now Empress Dowager Yang, gazed at the upright figure riding on the spiritual steed, with an endless touch of brilliance in her eyes.
The red lips under the black veil moved slightly, seemingly speaking something.
However, in such a public setting, both sides began to exercise restraint. Chen Yuan took a deep breath, gradually withdrew his gaze, and amidst the countless crowd surrounding him, entered the Imperial City.
The scene at the Eastern Imperial City Bureau's government office, the gate guard location, the appearances of the past, were all vivid in memory.
Finally, Chen Yuan arrived at the Imperial Palace, seeing countless Forbidden Army kneeling on the ground, eunuchs, palace maids… everyone submitted to Chen Yuan in allegiance.
