Qingliu Ferry.
Along the riverbank, a row of willow trees. If it were April, the willow fluff would brush against one's face, accompanied by a gentle breeze and fine rain, evoking deep sentiments of departure.
But at this moment, it's early August.
Two months ago, the Princely Heir Li Yu was commanded by the Emperor to escort the Imperial Consort back to the Capital from a three-year meditation at Putuo Mountain. They sailed northward, intending to arrive before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Unexpectedly, the Imperial Consort fell ill along the way, delaying them for about ten days, leading to the current timing.
The personnel from the Ministry of Rites, who were ordered to welcome her, had been waiting at the ferry until today, finally seeing the majestic and ornate Royal ship appear on the horizon.
