A few weeks passed, and Haoran was preparing to leave with Ye Hongyan to visit her family.
The carriage prepared for their journey was already waiting near the outer gates of the Falling Blossom Villa.
It was a fine, sturdy carriage made of polished purple sandalwood, drawn by two four-winged white pegasi whose feathers gleamed softly under the cool morning sun.
Inside, soft silk cushions and warm herbal braziers had already been arranged to ensure a quiet, unbothered journey toward the central provinces of the Tian Yuan Empire.
Ye Hongyan was inside the villa and preparing everything for their trip.
However, Haoran did not help with the preparations and simply stood by a high stone balustrade overlooking the southern valley of the Boundless Sky City, his brows furrowed.
Xu Xiansu stood half a pace behind his right elbow.
She wore a simple, elegant dark grey dress that reached down to her cloth shoes, her hair pinned up with a plain bone hairpin.
