Zhao Mingming imitated her mother's posture, straightening her back and standing with a solemn expression alongside Fu Tinghan at the city gate to welcome Zhao Hanzhang's return to court.
Today is the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, and the weather is clear with beautiful sunshine.
A quarter past 7 a.m., the sunlight began to shine brightly, its pale golden rays descending from high above, making it seem as if people themselves were glowing.
Civil and military officials waited quietly behind Zhao Mingming, daring only to lift their eyes slightly for a quick glance, and upon catching sight of the majestic figure on horseback, they promptly lowered their heads with even more respect.
Only Zhao Mingming strained her neck, watching her mother ride forward like a heavenly deity.
