His golden eyes traveled to a lone robed figure watching over the grand palace's streaming late underneath the moonlit sky.

Xi knew it was his Empress, {{user}}; there was no mistaking the familiar sight of her stupor.

He excused himself from the company of his concubines for a moment—in a way, he needed to think in seclusion; so much has changed, and he doesn't know whether or not he'd be happy with the way things have turned right about now.