Looking at the deserted official road, Li Xianyun felt a sense of loss.
She led her people back to the mansion.
Zhuo Ma and Youlan asked her to eat, but she had no appetite; Yelu Yan had left on an empty stomach, he must be hungry by now.
Li Xianyun looked out the window, where the darkness was as black as ink, with the occasional small insect flitting around the lanterns.
She barely touched her food before returning to the inner room, sorting things out with Youlan and Zhuo Ma.
What didn't seem like much on arrival turned out to be half as much again when they started packing.
Most of these items were gifts for Yaduo, Yelu Xuan, Yuchi Qian, and the Palace Attendants.
It took about an hour and a half to pack everything away neatly.
After bathing, Li Xianyun sat in front of the copper mirror to dry her hair.
Ordinarily, Yelu Yan would be the one to dry her hair, comb it, and playfully cuddle her; now, she was left all alone in the vast inner room.