Outside the window, the night sky had a full moon, round and bright.
The moonlight tonight was beautiful.
Outside the Royal Palace, on the streets.
A black car slowly drove by.
"Drive slower!"
Phoebe spoke softly from the back seat.
Since the afternoon, he had spent over ten hours filming the entire advertisement, and his face showed faint signs of fatigue.
The assistant slowed the car down, and Phoebe turned his face to look at the Royal Palace by the side of the road.
Moonlight blended with the palace lights, illuminating the Royal Palace with breathtaking brilliance as it welcomed its new king. Tonight, the palace seemed especially solemn and radiant.
"Are tomorrow's plane tickets prepared?"
"Yes, sir." The assistant kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, carefully maneuvering the car. "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock—is that okay?"
