Days later, within the castle, Yili, having finished her duties, revealed a hint of fatigue on her noble and beautiful face.
She slightly tilted her head, her gaze piercing through the window, looking towards the distant tents, a wave of longing swelling in her heart.
Afterwards, she softly instructed the maid beside her, "Go, summon Shi Feiyang into the city, and tell him I wish to see him."
Shi Feiyang received the summons, his mind stirred.
He rose and tidied his clothes, telling the few wives beside him, "I will return soon, stay here at ease. Though the Jianghu is vast, I must protect you all while not forsaking Yili's feelings."
With that, he strode out of the tent, stepping into the world of wind and snow.
Entering the castle, Shi Feiyang, filled with anticipation and affection, walked briskly yet steadily towards Yili's Royal Palace.
The palace doors, seemingly bearing the weight of time, slowly opened with a deep and distant sound.
