Fuyao thought of the purple mooring and green gate in the capital, where his newly promoted figure would appear to be respectful and hard-working among the endless traffic. The noisy scene and heavy smoke from the palace could not conceal his joyful mood of arranging flowers and walking around.
By the lotus pond of Baoyuetai in a corner of the ancient Duanzhou City, a green lantern in Mei'an only reflected her figure alone, and she was so longing for her.