By this time, it was already evening, the setting sun hung at the edge of the sky, and the horizon was ablaze with clouds like fire. The rosy gleams of the fiery clouds shone into the Eastern Garden of Phoenix, painting the entire garden a fiery red.
Hua Yan leaned against the door frame, propping up her body as she looked toward the western horizon. The sunset was a remnant of blood—an ill omen.
She watched for a while, then placed her hand on her belly, took a deep breath, and instructed, "maid, have the carriage prepared. I need to go check the city walls. If my guess is correct..."
The one who comes must be Yun Rang!
The maid was terrified, "Crown Princess Consort, you're ill; you can't go to the city gate, it's too dangerous."
Hua Yan shook her head, "maid, follow my order, prepare the carriage. If the enemy forces break into the city, I cannot escape either."
The maid, feeling both fearful and anxious, could only instruct the preparations to begin.
