"March thirtieth."
"This is the second year since you ascended the throne?" Xue Wufu asked after a moment of shock.
Fu Ying remained silent.
"Our Emperor has only been on the throne for less than a month. How could it be the second year?" the guard replied.
As soon as she said this, Xue Wufu exploded. "I'm in Da Ling, aren't I? This can't be Beicheng! You're not Fu Ying at all, right?!"
He was so angry that he wanted to pounce on Fu Ying.
The two guards hurriedly blocked Xue Wufu from the left and right.
Fu Ying frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
"What madness! You're clearly the one who's toying with me! You're all playing with me! I remember clearly that I was still in the military camp on the night of March 29th. How can it only be one day, and it's not the second year since you ascended the throne. It's only been less than a day, but I flew here and I'm actually in Beicheng!"