It was a tranquil and bright morning as carriages rolled into the Xianghu Palace in a perfect line.
In the distance, the silhouette of a majestic mountain range loomed against the horizon, its peaks obscured by wisps of low-hanging clouds. The air was crisp and refreshing, carrying with it the earthy scent of rain-soaked soil.
"My dearest niece, so good to see you!" Doneterra exclaimed, immediately enveloping Ling Yue in a tight embrace. She struggled slightly, caught off guard by his sudden affection.
"I missed you too, uncle," Ling Yue replied, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"How were your travels?" the emperor inquired.
"Great, no, excellent," Ling Yue replied.
Doneterra released her, stepping back with a fond smile.
