Prime Minister's Manor
Xiyun Pavilion - Residence of Feng Xiangling
The morning sun bathed the room in golden light, its warmth a stark contrast to the lingering unease in Feng Xiangling's heart. Though she had awakened with a rare sense of relief, a shadow of doubt remained, flickering at the edges of her thoughts.
With a quiet sigh, she brushed them aside. Today was not a day for worry.
Rising from her bed, she moved with practiced grace, dressing in a flowing pale-blue robe embroidered with silver peonies. As she fastened her sash, a faint smile played on her lips. It had been too long since she had last seen Chen Xiaoting.
The thought of visiting her old friend lightened her heart.
Without delay, she stepped out of her manor, her servants bowing in greeting. The crisp morning air carried the scent of blooming osmanthus, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to enjoy its sweetness.