"Who is that young nun?"
"I've seen her, she's Prince Jing's daughter, Zhu Baili."
"Is it her?"
The officials' wives looked up towards the stone steps.
Amidst the crowd's gaze, the Empress gently took Bai Li's wrist and gracefully walked down the steps, as if she was leading her own daughter. Bai Li's fair and slender neck was like a white mythical deer, clear and pure.
On the stone steps, only Imperial Concubine Xue's face remained gloomy.
The Empress paused in front of the concubines, who all lowered their heads, along with the titled ladies and officials' wives behind them, parting like waves to make a path.
As the crowd parted, Wu Yun in the crowd leapt into Bai Li's arms again. The Empress released her hand teasingly, "Strange, this little creature isn't so close to me, why does it take to you so quickly? Could it be sensing your divine favor?"
