On the peak of Nine Dragon Mountain, within the Palace City of Dayan.
At the heart of Heavenly Pond, a nine-storey tower stands peacefully, the summer breeze carrying a coolness that stirs the silk curtains. A graceful woman clad in a dragon robe and imperial crown sits at the desk, her long black hair and deep eyes, with long and dense eyelashes, slightly trembling as she flips through the memorials.
When Xu Yuan stepped into the imperial study, Li Qingyan was going about her usual business of handling governmental affairs. Her slender hand rested upon her forehead, her dark eyebrows knitted together, seemingly troubled by the contents of the reports.
Upon seeing the man enter, Li Qingyan raised her eyes to glance at him, her voice weary yet teasing:
"You've come; truly a rare guest."
