Chu Baihan rode directly into the Imperial Palace on horseback.
Her imposing manner was so fierce that the Imperial Army dared not stop her.
Finally, she arrived at the door of the Imperial Study.
From a distance, she saw the figure kneeling there, his back straight, the sun shining on him, yet unable to melt the clear coldness and loneliness that enveloped him.
In that instant, Chu Baihan's eyes reddened, her heart trembling.
He, who was so proud, had repeatedly bowed his head for her.
She quickly dismounted and strode towards Yan Lin.
"Get up, I won't allow you to kneel."
She spoke sharply, then reached to pull him up.
Hearing her voice, Yan Lin turned his head to look at her.
He still wore a mask, his lips pale and colorless from dehydration. He pulled at the corner of his mouth and then said gently, "Hanhan, you go back first; I will handle this matter."
