On the broad and straight palace path of Yinhe Palace, a young girl in light palace attire, with elegant makeup, led four identically dressed palace maids, walking lightly and steadily into the rear of Zhaoming Hall.
Emperor Yuan Zhao, who was sitting behind the desk pretending to nap, woke at the sound of the announcement. He looked up to see his young sister lifting her skirt as she crossed the threshold, walking towards him with a smile.
"Princess Jin'an greets her Imperial Sister. Did Imperial Sister stay up again last night dealing with state affairs? If you keep exhausting yourself like this, how can your body take it?"
Facing that small face filled with both concern and discontent, Jiang Lingxi felt a sense of being in a different era.