In just a few short days, Wen Qingye's name spread to every corner of the Celestial Martial Country. He instantly became the most prominent and talked-about figure in the nation.
In the rear garden of the Eighth Prince's Mansion in the Imperial City of the Celestial Martial Country.
The rear garden of the Eighth Prince's Mansion was a lively, vibrant place where a dazzling array of flowers vied for attention. As one of the Celestial Martial Country's top experts, Ling Xiao had gathered all the rarest and most precious flowers in the nation for his garden.
"Commandery Princess, the carriage is ready," a handmaiden said, slowly approaching Ling Jiao's side.
Ling Jiao nodded. The thought of arriving in Phoenix City soon filled her heart with joy.
"I know. You're dismissed," Ling Jiao said with a smile.
The handmaiden glanced at Ling Jiao. It was the first time she had ever seen her Little Princess look so cheerful. She quickly excused herself and left.
