On the day of the canonization ceremony, the palace walls were dyed dazzling red. Xie Luanyin was wearing a nine-hui and four-phoenix crown costume, and the dong beads on her steps swayed slightly with her steps, casting tiny light and shadows on her body. The third prince, now the new emperor Xiao Jingyan, took her hand and pressed the jade symbolizing the phoenix seal into her palm. "The queen is a thousand years old" echoed in the Golden Palace like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
That night, the candlelight in Jiaofang Hall flickered. Jamel Xiao took off his crown and placed the jade flute next to the dowry, making a clear and clear sound. He reached out to untie her complicated wedding dress and stroked the scar on the back of her neck with his fingertips: "Do you still remember the fire in Dali Temple? I was thinking at that time that if I could get out alive, I would hold the world in front of you."
