The person carrying the sedan chair smiled naively and said: "In the past, I was with the Mon people. At that time, I really wanted to go back to Daliang to celebrate the New Year. I think about it every year. After thinking about it over and over again, I remember it very deeply."

Dou Ruyun did not dare to answer, for fear of making Xue Qingyin sad.

After all, King Xuan is still nowhere to be seen.

Outside the palace, the Xuanjia guards were still guarding there with grim expressions.

However, the elite guards who confronted them showed a bit of fatigue.

They must have known very well that until today, the reinforcements that were supposed to come have not yet arrived. Instead of seeing King Xuan's men, they only saw King Xuan's soldiers... The emperor's situation was over.

But after all, they are ministers and the emperor's personal guards. They should die fighting for the emperor, rather than surrendering and becoming ministers.

Just when this group of people was about to lose control and prepare to protect the emperor and force their way out... Xue Qingyin came.

She got off the sedan.

Of course these elite guards knew her, and they all opened their mouths and shouted out the title in shock: "Xuan, Princess Xuan?"

The movement outside quickly alarmed the people inside.

Emperor Liang De ordered someone to open the door.

He saw Xue Qingyin standing there intact, and a little surprise and disappointment quickly passed through his eyes. But he soon returned to calm.

He could even laugh gently: "Qingyin is back."

He then sighed and said: "It seems that only Qingyin will accompany me to spend New Year's Eve."

Xue Qingyin said with a cold face: "Duke Zhao died in the battle."
Chapter completed!