Zhao Yuan looked up and gazed at the sky.
The palace attendants did not pack their bags and flee as she imagined. The young attendants and maids still roamed the pavilion, as if nothing had happened. Once again, she saw that little maid standing in the corridor with an incense burner, gazing at the horizon, seemingly watching the scenery.
"Ah, it's the Photographer," the little maid looked at her and gave a pure smile.
Zhao Yuan's expression was complex: "You know..."
"I know, many things have happened in these few hours," the little maid fully understood what transpired. Pope Hui Chi killed Emperor's Master Hui Bi, and the World Master's Heir ascended the throne. The first action is to draw the Holy Sword and point it at the faith of Radiant Mother Goddess they've held since ancient times...
