When they heard that the Emperor himself would be coming to send off the troops, all the young people who were about to enlist were thrilled out of their minds.
Who was that? That was the Emperor of this very realm! The ruler of the land, the rightful master of the Dragon Throne in the Golden Throne Hall—ordinary people never got to see him!
Yet they actually had the fortune to glimpse him from afar; they'd be content for this lifetime, wouldn't they?
Everyone was thinking along those lines, everyone except Feng Luo, who only curled her lip and shook her head when she heard the news.
"If the Emperor really comes in person, won't that just throw the whole scene into chaos?" Feng Luo sat in a chair, lazily gnawing on an apple.
"Alright, it's fine to say that in here, but don't go saying it outside."
Luo Qi lectured her, "If someone with an agenda overhears that and reports you for the crime of great disrespect, what then!"
