Jun Yiyi felt a bit guilty after taking Ji Lingkong’s call. She said she was at ho resting, yet here she was at the palace attending the banquet, which seed sowhat excessive.
She thought it best to hurry back. After all, the Empress had seen her, and there wasn’t anything here to catch her interest.
As she was pulling Madam Aisha to leave and hadn’t reached the banquet hall’s entrance, she noticed the band had stopped playing, and the dancing and chatting aristocrats had also paused. They split into two lines, leaving a huge passage and a big circle of open space in between.
The Empress, seated on the throne, stood up at this mont, her expression solemn and majestic.
The Empress seed to have sothing to announce, making it impossible for Jun Yiyi and the others to leave. After all, when the Empress speaks, everyone must cease their voices and stand still to listen. Not doing so would be highly disrespectful and offensive to the royal family.
Jun Yiyi could only wait for her to finish speaking before leaving.
"Tonight’s banquet is mainly to celebrate the victories of our Aus Army in Yalan Country, assisting the governnt forces in achieving a series of triumphs."
The Empress’s voice was elevated and steady, loud and forceful, yet sowhat unclear in aning. Although she spoke of the joyful victories, the smile on her face appeared insincere, with no trace of pride in her eyes.
Jun Yiyi was astonished in her heart. The Aus Army’s grand victory should be a cause for national celebration, a glory for the ruling Empress. Yet, this Empress seed not very pleased.
How strange.
Could it be that the Empress, in her heart, didn’t agree with this military action?
"Moreover, there’s another matter worth celebrating. In this military action, many officers and soldiers have achieved great rits for the Empire’s honor. Today is also a day to award them with dals and celebrate. However, the Empress could not personally go to the front lines, so this ceremony will be conducted through digital projection!"
As the Empress’s voice fell, the aristocrats imdiately erupted in enthusiastic applause.
Jun Yiyi was a bit bewildered. Truth be told, she hadn’t paid attention to the the of the banquet at all; she just followed Madam Aisha here.
So, today was actually for celebrating the soldiers and officers who fought on the front lines.
She imdiately had a sense of foreboding.
With her mind in a whirl, she saw the palace’s IT officials setting up a huge 3D holographic projection in the open space, displaying the headquarters of the Aus Army far away in Yalan Country.
Several senior generals in black military uniforms stood before the lens, being the highest-ranking and most experienced generals in this army, solemnly saluting the Empress.
Behind them were vigorous and valiant young officers, their faces mostly beaming with excited and ardent smiles, standing tall and straight. Their uniforms were neat and attractive, and their Martin boots were polished to a shining reflection. Their synchronized salutes exuded a vibrant enthusiasm filled with the fervor of battle.
Jun Yiyi’s heart raced anxiously as she scanned the faces of those young officers, praying that certain soone does not appear there.
Otherwise, she was dood.
Please don’t be there, she pleaded to God, in any case, do not let encounter such terrifying events.
But evidently, God hadn’t heard her desperate cry. Her gaze swept over a face, entirely different in expression from those fervent soldiers, a pale, exquisite visage, radiant with a dancing glow, with deep-set features softly rimd in hazy light.
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