On New Year's Eve, the Capital City, which usually had too many people bustling about, was empty except for the patrolling soldiers. The night banquet in the Palace had started at this time. Tao Ran got on the carriage with Xuanyuan Yan, and then went to the palace.
The prince’s carriage was naturally not an ordinary carriage; four same colored, horse-drawn carriage was not small at all, and took up a lot of space on the path. There were snow-white, wolf skin cushions inside, and the table heaters and compote snacks were all available. Tao Ran was eating an orange, and only felt that the atmosphere in the carriage was strange.
Xuanyuan Yan sat across from him expressionlessly. This kind of situation was rare. Based on Tao Ran's understanding of Xuanyuan Yan, she could not be in this way, either she could not speak, or she succumbed to evil. In this situation, Tao Ran felt the second scenario was more likely.