Yang Loudan's scheme.
Hou Mingyue, with an air of nonchalance, addressed Naihua. His voice carried the weight of indifference as he spoke, "It matters little to me how you perceive me. Name me as you wish; I bear no grudge, little fairy."
Naihua, her pace quickened, responded with a touch of irony before gracefully departing, "Your magnanimity does not escape my notice, SHAME-LESS IMMORTAL." Her words lingered in the air, faint echoes as she stepped out of her chamber.
The floating palace, bathed in early morning serenity, seemed to hold its breath as Naihua glided through its corridors. Today was no ordinary day; it marked the occasion when she would present the coveted moonlight dew to the heavenly emperor—a task of immense honor and significance.
Hou Mingyue followed, his presence a silent yet reassuring force trailing behind her. As they descended the palace stairs, the celestial realm stirred to life. Subtle sounds danced in the air, awakening the palace from its slumber.