In that year, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the peach blossoms outside the Taoist temple had withered, replaced by a courtyard full of lush greenery.
Sixteen-year-old Lin Dong, holding a broom, was sweeping fallen leaves in the courtyard. His shadow, elongated in the morning light, appeared especially serene and focused.
At that moment, the clear sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the Taoist temple. A woman in luxurious palace attire appeared, riding slowly on a white horse.
She was none other than the number one beauty in this illusionary world, Princess Haoyue of the current dynasty.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains tinged with green, her eyes resembling autumn waters, filled with elegance and warmth.
Princess Haoyue's journey was to pray for national prosperity and the well-being of the people.
Upon first seeing Princess Haoyue, Lin Dong's heart could not help but tremble slightly.
