Sitting on the horse, An Jing smiled and asked, "Husband, why don’t they search me?"
Xiao Changyi responded indifferently, "If they dare, I would immediately ask for their heads." His wife was only for him to touch.
An Jing’s smile instantly grew much larger. Naturally, she was happy and sweet that her husband could protect her .
The Imperial Palace was vast, with every part displaying royal dignity—solemn and awe-inspiring. It rivaled what An Jing had once visited in modern times, the Forbidden City.
Zhuri took steps forward steadily, the rhythmic sound of hooves entering her ears. An Jing looked ahead at the seemingly endless road, her face suddenly fell, "Why is this road so long? It feels like it will never end."
What was most important was that she had heard from Meng Zhuqing that there were several palace gates to enter, and they had only passed the first one...
"Do you want to go faster?" Xiao Changyi asked.
An Jing turned back, smiling at him, "If possible, I would."
Xiao Changyi didn’t even need to think before saying, "It’s possible."
An Jing immediately smirked, "Then won’t Meng Zhuqing lose track of us?"
Xiao Changyi said, "Don’t worry about him."
After saying that, Xiao Changyi spurred his horse to gallop.
Meng Zhuqing chased after An Jing and Xiao Changyi for a few steps, but seeing that he couldn’t catch up, he stopped. Inside the palace walls, even if something happened to him, nothing would happen to their master and mistress.
On one horse, the two faced the wind, looking forward, as stately buildings swiftly retreated behind them, flashing by like images. The big smile on An Jing’s face showed how exhilarated she was at the moment.
The Imperial Palace was a place of grave importance, heavily guarded with numerous rules—who would dare to gallop a horse here, and at such a speed? Thanks to her husband, she got to experience this too.
They passed through several palace gates unchallenged.
Not until beneath the Jade Steps, where horses weren’t allowed, did Xiao Changyi pull on the reins, bringing Zhuri to an immediate stop, rearing up on its front legs, neighing towards the sky, the sound striking straight into the clouds, powerful as a mighty river.
At the top of a hundred jade steps was the Assembly Hall, immensely majestic and imposing.
An Jing marveled at the ingenious architecture of the Assembly Hall, but seeing Xiao Changyi dismount, she followed suit.
But just as An Jing dismounted, she heard an excited and thrilled old voice shouting, "Yi Er! Yi Er! Yi Er!"
Looking up, An Jing saw above the jade steps, an old man dressed in a Dragon Robe rushing down the stairs, excitedly heading towards her husband.
Unfortunately, the old man’s age meant that, even though he wished to descend quickly, his spirit was willing but his flesh was weak; he was only slightly faster than walking.
Following behind the old man was a group of anxious guards, eunuchs, and palace maids, all frantically shouting, "Emperor, be careful, Emperor!"
Yes, the one in the Dragon Robe calling out Yi Er was none other than the Emperor of Xiyun—Su Haoyu.
As soon as An Jing and Xiao Changyi arrived at the palace gate, the commanding officer immediately sent word to Emperor Su Haoyu of the good news. The Emperor, who had been in serious proceedings in the Assembly Hall, immediately stopped discussing state matters upon hearing of Xiao Changyi’s arrival, and ran outside from the Dragon Chair.
The several ministers, as well as the waiting eunuchs, palace maids, and guards, were all shocked to their cores.
Watching Emperor Su Haoyu excitedly descending the stairs, An Jing fully believed Xiao Changyi’s words that the Emperor of Xiyun was like an old child; though, she wondered if it was really okay for the Emperor to come to them ?