Once again suppressing her cultivation and concealing her aura, she left Carefree Island and sailed across the boundless sea.
Half a month later, Red Dust gazed at the ancient, towering city of Chang'an, feeling as though a lifetime had passed.
Watching the people hurry along, unable to hide their smiles, Red Dust smiled too and entered the city.
Then, with a single step, she arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum. Where there had once been four or five gravestones, tens of thousands now stood in dense rows, too many to take in at a glance.
She came before Li Zheng's gravestone. Its cleanliness did not surprise her; someone was specifically responsible for maintaining the Imperial Mausoleum.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps and vanished from where she stood.
The current Imperial Family might have records of her, but it was unlikely. So much time had passed that perhaps every trace of her had already disappeared.
Naturally, there was no need to meet them and waste words explaining herself.
"What would you like to eat, honored guest?"
On Vermilion Bird Street, Red Dust had yet to step inside the Yuelai Inn when a waiter greeted her enthusiastically.
Behind the counter, a drowsy man spotted her and immediately came over.
"Afu, go attend to the other guests!"
"Yes, innkeeper!"
The man approached her. "Aunt, what brings you here? Please, come in!"
"I came back to see Chang'an and remember some old friends.
"You seem to be living rather comfortably. You're even starting to grow idle."
"Ahem, not at all!"
The two entered a room, and Red Dust asked in puzzlement, "From what I saw at the ancestral altar, why have the Imperial Family's numbers dwindled so badly?
"So many of your brothers' bloodlines have died out."
Li Mu sighed helplessly. "Although Fuzi has chosen every