"In the pavilion, no time elapses, and now it is the Ghost Festival."
With a single thought, Xu Zhenguan lightly moved her lotus steps, and with a slight tap forward,
in the next moment, her figure had already disappeared, leaving only Eunuch Hai in his python robe bowing deeply in the ancient courtyard of the armory:
"Welcome Your Majesty's emergence from seclusion."
...
Garden, within a separate courtyard.
Everyone looked toward the Imperial City.
Suddenly, a streak of golden light approached like a meteor, and the space slightly distorted. The Emperor of Great Yu stepped out and had already arrived here.
Bian Ji clasped his hands together and respectfully bowed:
"This monk greets Your Majesty, welcoming Your Majesty's arrival."
Mo Chou's eyes brightened, and she hurriedly bowed too: "Welcome Your Majesty's emergence from seclusion."
Following her was Yuan Li, who chuckled: "Your subject welcomes Your Majesty..."