Tianchuan City.
The news of Emperor Yong'an's abdication and King Wei's succession, establishing the nation of Great Wei, had circulated in the city for half a morning and an afternoon, as the sky gradually darkened.
At the gates of Copper Sparrow Platform, Xu Ying donned a luxurious long gown, her face as charming as a lotus blossom. Under the glow of lanterns at the gates, she looked as flushed as if tipsy, resembling the vibrant peach blossoms of February, radiant and captivating.
Her hands tightly clenched a handkerchief, her swan-like neck stretched long, akin to a stone statue gazing for a husband, staring into the distance. Alas, she could not see that familiar figure, and her heart sank slightly to the bottom.
Indeed, an external wife is but an external wife; a childless one is even less than a maidservant.
She had heard that ever since Emperor Yong'an abdicated to King Wei on Mingyang Mountain, all the ladies of the Prince Wei's Mansion moved into the Imperial Palace.
