Western Suburbs of Imperial City, Yanliu Pavilion.
Mountains and waters, faint mist and rain, Yanliu Pavilion, yet a place of scenic beauty.
In the pavilion, an elder draped in a black cloak paced back and forth, seemingly with a heavy heart.
"Why did she suddenly reach out to me? And why meet at Yanliu Pavilion."
Finally, Yan Cangtian stopped, raised his hand, and gently hammered a fist on one of the pavilion's pillars.
Last night, when Yan Cangtian received the letter with the Empress Dowager (Yaan Ning)'s notes, his heart was stirred up like a stormy sea.
Decades of emotions erupted in one night, calm was non-existent.
Early morning, as the sky was just getting bright, Yan Cangtian hurried to Yanliu Pavilion, waiting for Yaan Ning's arrival.
Finally, in the misty rain, Yan Cangtian saw a clear silhouette, dressed in simple attire, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking gracefully like a lily in the wind.
