Outside Nocturnal Heaven City, eight hundred Baibao Guards are ready to depart. Each of them is clad in armor, faces hidden behind malevolent ghost masks, and cloaked, equipped with long spears, curved knives, and waist bows. When they stand, the entire army is solemn, like hardened tombstones. Even the fiercest sunlight falling upon them cannot radiate a bit of warmth, as if the entire world has turned black and white.
The only splash of color is Ying Le on the chariot, wearing a robe with a bright yellow base today, displaying the nobility of the imperial family. Yet her long hair is casually loose, she sits barefoot on the chariot, swinging her toes adorably, resting her head sideways as if asleep, with a hand reaching out to block the sunlight from shining on her eyes.
Seeing this Ying Le, Ying Rushi lets out a sigh of relief: at least she's properly dressed.
"Come up." Ying Le said lazily.
