Li River Palace.
Above the waterside pavilion.
As time passed, the golden glow of the sunset gradually turned orange-red, then slowly dimmed, finally sinking completely below the horizon.
Then, night descended, and a crescent moon rose, casting silvery moonlight upon the lake surface.
With the rustle of the breeze, the lake surface shimmered with silver scales.
Above the pavilion, Jiang Ning remained as immovable as a rock, surrounded by a faint gleam, standing out vividly in the night.
The entire island was silent, with no chirping of insects or birds.
Outside the island, the palace maids and guards on duty or patrol occasionally glanced toward the central island with an innate reverence in their hearts.
In an instant.
The bright moon hung high, its cool light draping the Li River Palace in a layer of sheer brilliance.
Within the palace, verdant greens flourished, flowers and trees blooming in competition.
