Today's coronation ceremony is truly a throng of people.
At this moment, there are quite a few who, like Yuwen Ze, are staring straight ahead.
Especially noticeable are the expressions of Yellow Sheri.
Firstly, of course, because of the Winter Emperor's beauty, but not just for beauty alone.
She appeared on the altar, clad in white robes with a frosty face, like a snowflake drifting down, landing amidst this scorching summer season.
So she is prone to melt, easy to dissolve, and the world could lose her at any moment.
She possesses a face too beautiful, too cold and desolate, a beauty full of fragility. As if an outwardly beautiful yet internally cracked ice porcelain, a gentle tap would shatter her in the warmth of the sun.
This cold-skinned, slender-browed beauty silently walked amidst the four Golden Crown Priests, ascending another level of the altar, seating herself opposite Chief Elder Borjigin Okteley.
She came today to witness the ceremony.
