Earthquakes, floods, and disasters tug at people's hearts, casting Xinjing into an atmosphere of sorrow and despair.
Feng Yun accompanied Rui Bao in Qianyuan Hall, flipping through numerous records of the calamities. It wasn't until dusk, as the sun subdued its piercing rays, that she found time to let Xiaoman accompany her to visit Puyang Yi.
It had been a long time since she last visited Taiping Garden, where Puyang Yi resided.
Time buries old stories, but the old faces remain the same.
The Princess Chang, clad in a deep robe of brocade with wide sleeves, knelt at the desk, addressing Feng Yun with a respectful demeanor, vastly different from her previous airs during the Former Jin era when she summoned Feng Yun in Taiping Garden.
Times change, and so do people.
Feng Yun bowed slightly.
"I trust Your Highness Princess Chang is well."
Princess Chang rose and returned the gesture, "Thank you for your concern, Lady Xie. I am still in decent health."
