Before Moxie left, he left a letter.
"The Palace Master gave it to you. If you don't want to see it, throw it away."
Ling Yun sat quietly in the room. The oil lamp burned out, and the surroundings fell into darkness. Only a few cold moonlight poured in.
He stood up and walked out.
The house was empty, except for the slightly wrinkled letter lying alone at the corner of the table.
…
The day after the Northern Yan diplomatic mission left the capital, the Western Jin diplomatic mission and Great Zhou's reconciliation team also left the capital.
The young Princess of Western Jin could not bear to let go. She hugged the Sihu and Wuhu and did not let go. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao asked Wuhu to send her off.
"It can fly back on its own. It's fine," Su Xiaoxiao said to the young princess.
The young Princess of Western Jin released the Wuhu at the west city gate.
