Inside the carriage, two women sat facing each other.
The two possessed utterly different temperaments, yet an indescribable harmony seemed to flow between them.
The woman by the window had features as exquisite as a painting, her smile as radiant as spring sunlight.
Were any court ministers present, they would surely recognize her as Princess Wencheng, the current Emperor's most beloved younger sister.
Her smile was sweet, like that of a carefree little sparrow.
She gently lifted the curtain, letting the breeze brush over her face, her eyes brimming with curiosity and delight.
Yet at this moment, her face bore a look of distaste.
"Sister, why not just not go? I'm sure there can't be any good people in there."
Her voice was crisp and pleasing, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
She called out, "Sister."
Yet the one seated opposite her was a man.
The man wore a black robe.
Its lapels were embroidered with verdant mountains and clear waters.
His face looked utterly ordinary.
If anyone in the know had been here, they would naturally have known that the "Sister" Princess Wencheng spoke of was the reigning Empress, Gu Xiangnan.
From this, one could infer that the man seated before her was the Empress in disguise.
Her originally exquisite features had, at this moment, been concealed by some unknown treasure.
It was a very strange feeling. Clearly, her facial features had not changed in the slightest.
Yet she looked as though she were not the same person at all.
There was even a protruding Adam's apple at her throat.
A small tuft of beard had been pasted onto her chin as well.
However, whenever she looked at Princess Wencheng, those cold, clear eyes unconsciously softened, like ice and snow beginning to melt, spring waters gently rippling.
"You needn't worry,"