Empire Plaza sounded grand and imposing, but it was not very large and could not accommodate many people. It had been built by demolishing some of the residences in front of Silver Moon Castle, and after extensive renovations, it now looked presentable enough.
Yet it was the Empire's front door.
Empire Plaza held tremendous symbolic and commemorative significance. It was famous among the people, and even on this snowy day, plenty of tourists from all over the world lined up to visit and take pictures. They stopped in front of the sculptures and silently recited the inscriptions on the memorial stones, sighing over that era of raging war when even the mightiest Divine Generals struggled to survive, and appreciating how hard-won the peace of the present day was.
It was already afternoon, approaching dusk and dinnertime. With the heavy snow falling, there were far fewer visitors.
If the weather were a little better, more people would come to visit Empire Plaza and the Imperial Museum and Memorial Hall beside it. In the morning, the people watching the flag-raising ceremony would pack the place so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
When An Yang arrived, he, like Rabbit Demon, was already covered in snow.
His coat and round hat in particular had left a thick layer piled on the broad brim and his shoulders. He had to take off his hat and shake off the snow first. Just as he was about to brush his shoulders and clothes, Rabbit Demon came over and earnestly patted off the snowflakes one by one.
She had simply imitated Xiao Qian too deliberately. Even her gentle movements were almost exactly the same.
An Yang smiled and pinched her cheek. It had grown a little cool with the weather, so he