In the misty drizzle, a figure emerged from Princess Manor.
A maid wanted to hand the young lady an umbrella, but Zhou Yao merely shook her head and looked toward the roadside, where an ox cart happened to be approaching at that moment.
"This is here to pick me up, you go back."
"Yes, Miss Zhou." The maid gave Zhou Yao a squatting salute, retreated back into Princess Manor, and closed the doors once again.
The present Princess Xinping was already very different from the spoiled young lady of the past.
Except for people she wished to see calling upon her, she saw no one else at all.
People in the palace also seemed to let her take her own course regarding this change in temperament; however, though her imperial favor seemed inferior to the past, it had also returned to normal levels. The powerful and noble in the Capital City still remembered how she had once been doted on by the emperor, and toward this imperial daughter who had once been held so high by the emperor, they did not wish to truly offend her.
Who knew whether Princess Xinping might yet have a day of regaining imperial favor?
Matters between father and daughter were connected by blood, so how could outsiders understand them clearly?
Besides, whether a princess would regain imperial favor or not, interacting with her carried no danger.
A princess who neither was nor could be in power had nothing to do with the struggle for the succession.
At a time like the present when the Imperial Grandson had already been established, and she also seemed to have a good relationship with him, many ordinary nobles who were unclear about how deep the waters ran here became all the more eager to cozy up to this