Pei Ye sighed inexplicably; he had never believed the maid's murmurs in her sleep, but in the end, all her words came true.
Deep Lake City, four hundred miles away from Shengjing, where numerous bodies of water, rivers, lakes, streams, and ponds are interconnected, teeming with the Water Gang.
He took a deep breath again, trying his best to calm his restless and agitated heart, a practice he had done many times, becoming adept like an old monk. The emotions quickly returned to normal, but indeed, there was a place in his heart that was hanging, never to be put down again.
He stood up: "See you next time then, it seems I won't stay here for long."
Luo Weiyou sat on a flower, looking around at this beautiful place newly opened to her, swinging her legs: "Goodbye."
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Pei Ye walked in the palace during the morning, the rain had thinned substantially, as palace attendants gradually began their work, many figures weaving in the faint morning mist.
