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Yu Xiyan, who has been working tirelessly for days to deal with the disaster, has come to realize how important it is to have a capable assistant. Shen Zhao is truly an irreplaceable person.
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. That night, Yu Xiyan had a dream.
To be precise, it was a distant experience from Yu Xiyan's previous life.
In her dream, she was in a study, with papers scattered everywhere and ink splattered all over the place. It was a mess and completely out of place with her surroundings.
Empress Yu Xiyan, on the other hand, was disheveled and completely lacked any imperial demeanor. As if possessed, she crumpled up sheets of drawing paper into balls and threw them on the ground in anger.
It was ten years after Shen Zhao's death. After confronting Lin Feng and seeing through his true colors, Yu Xiyan almost collapsed. Recalling every little thing about Shen Zhao by her side, and looking at her own situation, it was simply a joke.
She wanted to find some of Shen Zhao's belongings to keep her company, especially Shen Zhao's face. Only after experiencing loss did she truly understand what it meant to cherish.
Ironically, because of Yu Xiyan's inexplicable coldness towards Shen Zhao in her previous life, Shen Zhao never had a portrait of himself painted in the palace, nor did she allow painters to depict Shen Zhao's appearance.
Now, she is desperately trying to find out what Shen Zhao looks like.
"I can't draw it, I still can't draw it!"
"No, this isn't him, it's not him!"
"Why! Why do you treat me like this!"
"You hate me that much? You won't even leave me a single thought of you!"
However, no matter how Yu Xiyan described it, Shen Zhao's appearance was like a phantom, and it was impossible to see his true face.
She was on the verge of collapse, painstakingly sketching Shen Zhao's appearance picture by picture.
She drew the clothes, figure, and even the surrounding scene clearly, but Shen Zhao's appearance was so ethereal and indistinct.
She felt as if something was binding her mind; every time she started to draw Shen Zhao's appearance, her mind would go blank, as if she were under a curse.
She vaguely felt that there was a voice in her mind mocking her naivety and ignorance with a half-smile.
"God! Is this your punishment for me?!"
"Why! I can't even remember what you look like!"
"Shen Zhao, please give me something to hold on to? I have nothing left!"
"I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please, give me another chance!"
"Impossible, impossible! I have already reached the Emperor Realm and possess the divine power of photographic memory. It is impossible for me not to remember your appearance."
"No! Please stop torturing me! I really regret it!"
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry, Yu Xiyan suddenly woke up from her nightmare.
Fortunately, she had set up a small soundproof barrier around the room before going to sleep; otherwise, this would have alerted the night patrol guards.
The first thing she did upon waking was to rush to the study next door.
The moment the study door was opened, lifelike portraits hung in every corner of the room, the faces of the figures in the portraits were so lifelike, it was Shen Zhao's heroic and handsome face.
Upon seeing the portrait, Yu Xiyan's emotions gradually calmed down. She immediately took out a piece of drawing paper and began to focus on drawing.
After a long while, she sighed softly and stared blankly at the "Shen Zhao Slaying the Dragon" scroll she had just finished drawing.
Recalling the inexplicable and desperate sense of fear she felt in her previous life, she was very grateful that she remembered Shen Zhao's appearance instantly after being reborn.
To avoid forgetting that familiar face again, Yu Xiyan painted one or two portraits of Shen Zhao almost every day, filling the entire study.
"Your Majesty, I have important matters to report!"
Suddenly, Shangguan Qiuyue's voice rang out from outside the palace.
Yu Xiyan quickly composed herself, changed into casual clothes, and said in a low voice, "Wait a moment, wait for me in the side hall."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After a cup of tea, Yu Xi was already sitting upright in the side hall: "Qiu Yue, what is it you wish to report?"
Shangguan Qiuyue said, "Your Majesty, Lord Gu Jingyan has made progress in his secret investigation into the grain depot fire in the disaster area. The fires in the grain depots in various places were actually arson. Lord Gu is currently heading towards Yangzhou."
"Yes! Everything is as I expected. Tell Gu Jingyan that he must find out who is behind this, no matter what. He can report to me directly if there are any important matters, without having to go through others."
"Yes! Your Majesty has one more matter. The Empress of the Heavenly Palace Dynasty has arrived outside Chang'an City and will arrive at the palace at noon."
"Instruct all the masters of ceremonies to treat Empress Luoshen with the highest honors, and to ensure that all ceremonies are arranged perfectly without any mistakes."
"Officials from the Ministry of Rites began making arrangements a month ago, so Your Majesty can rest assured."
"Yes, bathe and change my clothes."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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At noon, the sky above Chang'an was bathed in a seven-colored glow, and the air was filled with the fragrance of spiritual flowers, immersing the entire city in a sea of spiritual energy.
At noon, all nine gates of Yuxiao Palace opened simultaneously, and civil and military officials waited in reverence. A bright red carpet stretched from five miles in front of the palace gates all the way to the main hall of Yuxiao Palace.
At noon, Yu Xiyan stood quietly in front of the palace gate, waiting.
Although both are empresses, Yu Xiyan is not yet Empress Yintian, one of the ten empresses seventeen years later. Compared to Empress Mu Qiuyao, the Goddess of Luo, she can only take the initiative to greet her.
At noon, a snow-white Bai Ze divine beast, pulling a royal chariot of imperial-grade spiritual treasure behind it, slowly appeared before everyone.
"Greetings, Empress Luo Shen!"
All the civil and military officials, along with their guards and palace maids, knelt on the ground to welcome them.
Only Yu Xiyan stood with her head bowed and her face slightly lowered.
Yu Xiyan was filled with trepidation at Luo Pianhong's arrival.
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