Dazhou, Shengjing City.
What happens inside the Imperial Palace is like a massive storm that stirs a bloody tempest in the court. However, among the common people, they rarely concern themselves with the lives of the upper class and continue to struggle for their livelihood.
In the warm spring month, grass grows, and orioles fly; the breath of spring sweeps across the earth, awakening all things.
In front of a luxurious mansion, carriages and horses come and go, along with carts delivering goods.
The crowd bustles and flows incessantly, with people entering and leaving the mansion, making the place exceedingly lively.
Above this mansion stands the grand and solemn golden characters: "Mu Prince Mansion"!
Inside the mansion, Long Yue sat quietly in the small pavilion in the rear garden, threading needles. In her hands was a small garment, while beside her was a small cradle where Rui'er lay sleeping soundly, peaceful and beautiful.
