The receiving party stretched for miles, exactly on the outskirts of Wanning City.
Feng Yun followed Wen Xingsu as they passed by, where the roads had all been swept clean. The Princess, along with the royal kin and accompanying officials, waited magnificently under the newly risen morning sun.
The cool breeze fluttered past the ears, and a low chuckle came through. Feng Yun turned her head only to see Chunyu Yan's face.
Under the sunlight, that mask was strikingly brilliant. Clad in luxurious lightweight robes, perhaps due to the warmer climate requiring less clothing, he appeared thinner but his elegance remained unchanged, his mischievous charm still evident...
"What's the matter, Feng Twelve, don't you recognize me?"
Chunyu Yan raised an eyebrow, moving a bit closer to her.
Feng Yun: "Why have you come?"
Chunyu Yan's voice contained a smile, "To welcome the Emperor of Dajin, how could I not come?"
"Do you say the same in Yecheng?"
