Outside the main hall of Jinglin Palace.
Waiting were the King of Great Xia, Hu Huaiyu, Zhao Tai, He Zhong, and a group of attendants.
"Master Qin Yang."
Seeing Qin Yang walk out from the main hall, a look of joy flashed across the dignified face of the King of Great Xia, who quickly strode forward to greet him.
"Hmm."
Qin Yang nodded slightly, then scanned the group before him, noticing that they had been waiting for him for some time.
Among the crowd, aside from the King of Great Xia and the others, one figure caught Qin Yang's eye.
The Seventh Princess stood in the crowd, wearing a water-green dress, her skin as fair as snow, bright eyes full of charm, lively and enchanting.
"Seventh Princess, you're here too. You've recovered, right?"
Qin Yang asked with a smile. The well-recovered Seventh Princess had a radiant complexion, her beauty unmatched.
