Until late at night, the new preparations were completed, and everyone returned to rest in their respective rooms. Even so, the warriors and bodyguards stayed awake, keeping the palace safe.
The Zu royal palace was now bustling with excitement as if nothing had happened before.
Fu Xie Lan stood on the side of the window that seemed perfectly open, enjoying the night breeze that tickled her skin.
Currently, the girl was in the moon pavilion. The white building is back to how it used to be. When her mother was still alive.
"Thinking of me?" A voice suddenly broke Fu Xie Lan's reverie. Only listening without turning to the source of the voice, the girl already knew who the owner was.
Whereas she had locked the room she was in, but still, the man entered her room, somehow.