The sky gradually darkened, and the palace lamps lit up, illuminating the area as bright as day.
The late Emperor was assassinated, and the nation should have been in mourning, donned in white for mourning attire; even if a new Emperor was to ascend, everything should be simplified.
However, within the Imperial Palace, there was no trace of such a heavy atmosphere; red lanterns were hung high, exuding cheerfulness.
Long Yue charmed the female official with her sweet words, calling her "Lady" and "Aunt," making her heart bloom with joy.
"My surname is Duan; from now on, you will follow me and work diligently, and you shall not lack benefits!"
Duan Yun'er slightly raised her chin, folding her hands across her chest, with an unconscious lift, her expression indifferent, looking quite arrogant.
Long Yue lowered her eyes and smiled, saying, "What are you saying, Aunt? This servant serves for you, not seeking rewards, only wishing to stay by your side."
