They finally entered a courtyard filled with lavender. In the center was a purple building, resembling the octagonal pavilion of Country Z. Inside, several people were already waiting.
From afar, Su Ge saw one person sitting in a wheelchair, around fifty or sixty years old, with a square face. Even from a distance, he exuded an air of authority without anger.
Before arriving, Su Ge had already inquired about the identity of the person Ye Mubai was meeting today.
He was a key official in Country A.
A highly valued minister under the Empress.
The wind blew through the courtyard, and many dewdrops still clung to the lavender flowers in the morning, jumping onto the ground with the breeze.
The two walked through the flower bed. Su Ge wore a pale green long dress, the hem just grazing her ankles. The light gauze fluttered in the morning mist and sunlight, resembling a fairy.
