A light dusting of snow fell. Through the curtain, the residence gate an arrow's flight away was blurred and indistinct.
As Prince Zhong read out the imperial edict, apart from the people kneeling in a mass before the Su Residence, several ox carts in the distance had all stopped far away. The people on them had either already dismounted or remained in their carts, lifting the curtains to peer through the gaps.
An ox cart bearing the Zhou Residence insignia stood a hundred meters away. Zhou Yao, her hair coiled in a bun, looked dignified and graceful. From within the cart, she watched the scene of people kneeling before the Su Residence, looking at Su Ziji at their head with mixed feelings.
She had not wanted to come in the first place.
The person she truly had some friendship with was Ye Buhui. But today's guests were all men, so Ye Buhui could not possibly come to the front. Su Ziji was handling the reception, and Zhou Yao would have been better off visiting Ye Buhui alone in a few days.
But though she had not wanted to come, she had no choice now. The mysterious voice had urged her on, and she could not refuse.
"So that's how it is." Even from this distance, Prince Zhong's voice was loud and full of force, and the contents of the edict could be heard clearly. Zhou Yao understood at once.
"No wonder Father had me visit Ye Buhui that day. It turns out Su Ziji is the Crown Prince's son, a royal grandson who had wandered outside."
"No wonder the mysterious voice had kept telling me to watch Su Ziji and his wife. This must be the reason too. It had apparently long since sensed the royal grandson's bloodline within Su