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Chang'an city, shrouded in a fine drizzle.

Fang Yang, the Empress, walked amidst this fine rain.

The autumn rain was bleak, falling on the streets, appearing incomparably aesthetic.

On an ordinary day, due to the frequent mysterious occurrences in Chang'an lately, along with such weather, the people would have probably stayed at home already.

But today, due to the Empress planning to stroll through Chang'an with the Demon Lord and admire the maple forests together, many citizens were guarding on both sides of the streets of Chang'an, waiting for the arrival of the Empress.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the Empress in person.

After all, to them, the Empress was a person worthy of great respect.

In the eyes of the citizens of Tang, the Empress was quite powerful and benevolent, punishing many corrupt officials, and lending Tang a majestic presence among nations, with no country daring to act recklessly in front of Tang.

This golden age was entirely forged by the Empress alone.