Days trickled by, and soon, the day of Li Xueyue's departure arrived.
Li Xueyue told herself she wouldn't cry, even when the servants packed her belongings, and she watched as Heiyue was led towards the carriage.
Standing by the entrance of the Imperial Palace, she held her chin high and set her eyes forward.
Li Xueyue told herself that if she cried, then so would the Li Family. But the problem was, Empress Wang Qixing was already in tears. She sniffled and wiped every droplet with a handkerchief.
"Oh darling, please write to us," Empress Wang Qixing exclaimed. She rushed to her daughter and ignored all sorts of etiquettes. Reaching forward, she pulled Xueyue into a hug.
"Of course, Mother," Li Xueyue managed to squeeze out a few words. Seeing her mother in tears like this hurt her more than anything.
