This year, the bustle and bustle of Yangzhou was greater than ever before. The streets decorated with lights and colorful decorations in December were even better than those in the first month of the past. The mighty royal formation passing by along the street is the most reasonable explanation for this difference from usual.
Wan An put down the curtain embroidered with purple and gold peony patterns, sighed, slightly closed his beautiful eyes like butterfly wings, and raised his chin slightly to make a haughty look. The pearls on his head rang softly. Li Langya didn't know how to deal with this indescribable sad girlish feeling. He lived outside the palace and was a male heir, so he naturally had no way of understanding his cousin's sadness. However, he was of the blood of an emperor. Under this situation, even though he was slow, he felt a little unnatural.