Chen Tongshuang looked at the light rain of apricot flowers. Today, the new emperor ascended the throne, so she would not be able to attend because she did not want to see the newly appointed Prime Minister Kuang.
However, when she turned around, she saw the Prime Minister on the other side of the bridge, holding a worn-out peach blossom oil paper umbrella and dressed in purple. Coincidentally, what I am wearing today is also purple.
Purple, Chen Manyi's favorite color. They haven't worn purple for many years, but they all wore purple today. Is this really a tacit understanding?
Prime Minister Kuang came slowly and called softly: "Princess."
"The new emperor has ascended the throne, who am I a princess?" Chen Tongshuang smiled slightly, "This world really belongs to our Chen family. Do you think Chen Manyi has seen it?"
Prime Minister Kuang smiled back: "This world belongs to Brother Chen, we are just helping him to protect it."
"That's true."