Despite the rumors flying around, Wufu and Ah Jiu remained unmoved. Their grand procession left the city under the gaze of the people, heading towards Puji Temple.
No matter how much Empress Dowager Mo disliked the Princess Consort of Jin, Prince Jin still protected and cherished her as always, making others truly envious.
There was accumulated snow on the road out of the city, so the procession moved slowly. Wufu leaned against the welcoming pillow, listening to Ah Jiu talk about the identity of the mysterious man at the Longevity Festival.
"...You're sure you didn't see the wrong spot on the wound? I remember it was on the arm." Wufu gestured to her own arm, saying, "It should be about here."
"Indeed, the arm was injured, and it was a sharp weapon that caused it. He's a third-class guard of the imperial palace, very unremarkable, not drawing any attention on ordinary days."
"How did he die? Was it a coincidence that he died like that?"
