Shi Luoyi had long mentally prepared herself for this day.
Looking at the melancholic Huixiang, she comforted her, "It's alright. Father and I both knew the imperial city would change hands eventually. Now that Nanyue belongs to Zhao Shu, he certainly has the right to dispose of the palace as he sees fit. We'll just take Mother's portrait and leave. Living in an inn will be just the same."
Huixiang, worried that Shi Luoyi would be heartbroken since this was her childhood home, felt somewhat comforted seeing that Shi Luoyi genuinely didn't seem to mind. She nodded in response.