"Quick! Prepare the carriage."
Feng Yun hurriedly set down her basket of flowers. Without time to freshen up or change her clothes, she boarded the carriage and rushed to the imperial city.
The season brought freezing cold, and in the wake of the snow, the weather turned overcast and gloomy. A thin mist lay over the vast palace, with white, blanketing snow still clinging to the roofs. The red walls and green tiles seemed even more bleak and desolate.
Before she even arrived, she could faintly hear sobbing sounds from inside.
Feng Yun's brow furrowed slightly as she approached and saw someone standing there.
"Princess, this way please..."
It was a little eunuch standing in the cold winds as if waiting for her.
It wasn't until she drew closer that Feng Yun realized it was Dong Bai.
Feng Yun didn't stop walking as she asked, "How did His Majesty fall?"
Dong Bai had circles of red around his eyes, as though he had been crying.
