In the palace of Jingyue Country, Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing had already returned for six days. These days Dongling Country remained quite peaceful, but showed no sign of submission or compromise.
Outside the city, a luxurious carriage was slowly making its way towards Jingyue City.
The young girl inside the carriage wore a crimson gauze dress, her dark hair loosely tied. Beneath her neat bangs were a pair of captivating eyes. She reached out and lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a fair and slender wrist, curiously gazing at the street view.
"This Jingyue Country is pretty prosperous after all, I thought it was some desolate small place."
