The soldiers moved with purpose, their hands both gentle and urgent. They assessed Naihua's condition swiftly, checking her pulse and meticulously examining her for any signs of injury. Remarkably, they found none. With utmost care, they lifted her, cradling her form as they retraced their steps toward the celestial palace.
Meanwhile, Hou Mingyue stood beside Naihua but they can't see him, his heart burdened by worry. Why would mere soldiers dare to touch his beloved Naihua? "Mere soldiers of Shangtian Qianli, get your hands off of my wife."
He watched helplessly as others tended to her. Yet deep within, he understood the constraints binding him—he could not reveal himself to the heavenly realm. For the sake of Naihua he decided to stay neutral.