In the majestic Imperial City, three thousand palace lanterns were swaying in the wind and rain. A pair of hurried footsteps ran through the corridors and quickly arrived at the Eternal Joy Palace in the middle of the Imperial City.
Tread, tread, tread…
Ye Jingtang's clothes were in tatters, and his long hair was loose and hanging down. As he strode forward, he looked like a handsome mountain king with disheveled clothes and hair, carrying a beautiful young lady in his arms and looking for a place to do bad things.
The empress's face flushed red. She was still holding the red umbrella in her hand and leaning on the man's shoulder, her breathing chaotic.