A group of people were inside a small, ancient and simple temple.
Looking around, snow piled on the rooftops, and under the eaves, there was a nest built by swallows. The birds were nowhere to be seen, probably having flown south for the winter. Two bare little trees carried a hint of withering.
No one was in the courtyard, worshipers passed by the gate, there was nothing interesting to see, so they did not step into this small temple.
"Qinglian, do you know where the Emperor is? Can us ordinary citizens see the Emperor's face? I haven't seen it yet, so I'm curious."
The Princes, Princesses, and the Crown Prince had all been seen, but the Emperor had not, Ye Zhi asked the Little Fairy.
Meeting the Emperor is akin to an audience with the sage.
In the morning, Father Ye was still praying to Buddha for blessings, Mu Jia didn't want to see his boss's face.
Yet the daughter was thinking about where she could see her boss...
