Imperial Palace, outside the tower of Feng Mingxiao.
Empress Si Qingwei paced outside, much like a father waiting for the birth of a child.
"When Xi'er was born, His Majesty was also pacing anxiously like this. Unexpectedly, after the passage of time, today it's the Empress doing the same."
Feng Mingxiao observed from the side and chuckled softly.
Only she and Si Qingwei were present here, as the rest had been instructed to leave, so as not to disturb the reconstruction of Feng Jiu's body inside.
After years of waiting, they finally waited for Feng Jiu's resurrection. Even Si Qingwei, usually so dignified and grand, couldn't maintain composure at this moment.
"Rest assured," said Feng Mingxiao, "Lord Qingyu has reached the Tao Realm, creating the body shouldn't pose much trouble."
Hearing Feng Mingxiao's words, Si Qingwei felt slightly relieved, but the anxiety hadn't vanished.
