It was nearing September, a time when the air should be crisp with autumn, yet the mountains and rivers near Divine Capital were blooming as if it were early spring.
On both banks of the Lingqu River in Divine Capital, peach blossoms dazzled in vibrant splendor. Occasionally, when the wind stirred, petals fell like fluttering butterflies, then drifted away with the current, presenting a different kind of beauty—irresistibly charming.
Jiang Li, dressed in white Cloud Clothes with a jade hairpin fastening his hair, stood like a dashing young nobleman on a small boat, surrounded by this enchanting scenery. Even someone as indifferent to romantic aesthetics as him felt a sense of exhilaration at this moment.
"The scene of spring in autumn days is truly a marvelous spectacle," Jiang Li remarked wistfully.