The day before Consort Liu's birthday banquet, in the outskirts of West City.
The sky was clear and bright. At the foot of Wanshou Mountain, layers upon layers of pristine white jasmine blossoms were in full bloom, covering the mountainsides like clusters of white snow-sprites scattered across the landscape. A rich yet subtle fragrance diffused along the lakeside. The emerald-clear lake shimmered in the sunlight, casting wisps of ethereal, rising mist over the water. Surrounded by the towering, layered peaks of Wanshou Mountain, it looked as intoxicating and hazy as a realm of immortals. Across the translucent emerald water, a pair of mandarin ducks swam together, playfully chasing and splashing through the ripples—a picture of sheer joy, full of vitality and wild natural charm.
Bai Molian led a group of people to the lakeshore of Wanshou Mountain.
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