The following day, early in the morning.
Within the room, Zhao Douan stood before a full-length mirror, tidying up his appearance. Once his uniform was properly adjusted, he nodded in satisfaction.
"That will do."
Upon leaving his home, he didn't take a carriage; instead, he rode his horse to the Imperial Palace.
After arriving at the Imperial City, he sent someone to announce his arrival. Not long after, the guard returned and said,
"Her Majesty will come out shortly. Please, Mr. Zhao, wait a moment."
Thus, Zhao Douan stood at the entrance of the Imperial City, waiting for nearly an entire hour before a grand procession of carriages emerged from the palace.
"I knew it—waiting for a woman to leave takes at least an hour to start..."
Zhao Douan sighed with a contained amusement.
Today's visit to the Heavenly Master Mansion was not a grand event.
Therefore, the Emperor's entourage was relatively small, perhaps only fifty or sixty people in all.