In a private room on the second floor of the Elegant Abode in Huaqing City, a woman leaned by the window. She wore a pale yellow dress, but her lovely, delicate face held a trace of worry. Her slightly knitted, willow-leaf brows lent her a different sort of charm.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open. A woman dressed like a maid in green, standing beside her, hurriedly bowed to the old man who entered. "Lord Yan!"
Had Huang Xiao been there, he would certainly have recognized all three. They were the people he had escorted when he became a Reserve Constable of the Six Gates. The woman in yellow was the current Third Princess, Zhao Yunhui. Lord Yan was naturally Uncle Yan, who had driven the carriage back then, and the maid was Lü Ling.
Uncle Yan saw that the princess had not turned around. Her gaze remained outside the window, seemingly watching the people coming and going on the street, but he could tell her thoughts were elsewhere.
"Princess, are you still thinking about the divination?" Uncle Yan asked softly.
"Yes. Wasn't that very divination the reason we traveled west all this way?" The princess suddenly turned her head with a faint smile, a backward glance that seemed to blossom with a hundred charms. In particular, the worry on her face had already vanished as she turned, and she radiated an enchanting allure. Unfortunately, there were no talented young men here; otherwise, there was no telling how many she would have captivated.
"Your divinations are naturally never wrong, Princess. But the signs change in countless ways, and so do their interpretations. You must never force them," Uncle Yan said.
"Travel west and meet an old acquaintance; take a shortcut up the Ladder to Heaven; before Lao Jun's