Being asked by Bai Hanyun, one of the maidservants smiled and replied, "Fairy Bai, the farmers and citizens are preparing for the harvest ceremony."
Hearing this, Bai Hanyun blinked twice and curiously asked, "Harvest ceremony? What are they harvesting that requires a ceremony?"
The other maidservant chuckled at her questions and explained, "Fairy Bai, this is a tradition that has been passed down from our ancestors for generations. Before planting or harvesting crops, we pray to the Autumn Goddess, hoping for a bountiful harvest."
"Today, the sweet potatoes are finally ready for harvest, and the farmers are going to pray—not to the Autumn Goddess, but to you."
When Bai Hanyun heard this, her expression turned complicated.
'No, why are you all praying to me? I'm not a god, and I'm still alive. Isn't this the same as shortening my lifespan?'
While complaining inwardly, Bai Hanyun merely nodded and said, "I see. Do you two know when the ceremony will begin?"
