The small pavilion was somewhat silent.
After the Spirit Consort expressed her concern for the wellbeing of her tribal kinsmen, Lu Yuan had sunk into deep thought.
Seeing this, the Spirit Consort knew that her husband was weighing the pros and cons.
As a royal consort, she had already stretched her limits by subtly expressing her opinion.
To further intrude and attempt to influence might provoke dissatisfaction, backfiring completely.
Thus, she remained silent, quietly waiting.
After a long period of contemplation, Lu Yuan exhaled deeply, rose, and walked to the pavilion window to gaze out towards the west, taking in the view beyond.
The mountain valleys were shrouded in mist at this time, rendering the mountain ridge slightly blurred.
The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden light that pierced through the fog and fell in front of the small pavilion, splendid and magnificent.
