The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a figure draped in a black cloak slowly emerged. Under the loose cloak was Zhao Douan's indifferent face; he nodded arrogantly and said, "I have important business; you all must leave the cemetery immediately."
"...As you command!"
A group of officials hesitated slightly, but remembering Zhao Douan's status as the Imperial Consort, they quickly complied. They stood up, one by one, heading out, with someone even running back to call down the soldiers standing guard on the city wall. Soon, even the palace guards and female officials who accompanied the carriage withdrew outside.
...
Behind the rooftop.
The few people spying lay frozen, staring unanimously at the equally bewildered Zhao Douan.
Gongshu Tianyuan's eyes changed, looking cautiously at Zhao Douan, "Brother Zhao... Are you real or fake?"
Zhao Douan almost swore aloud, glaring at him ferociously: "If I were an impersonator, could I escape the Heavenly Master's Dharma Eye?"
