"Xiao Guiluan."
Clad in black robes, Li Yuanjiao strolled down the moonlit stone path, his heart indescribable with mixed emotions. His marriage was fast approaching, yet he had not even seen the face of his betrothed, filling him with a blend of anticipation and unease. He pursed his lips and remained silent.
After walking for a while, the small courtyard came into view. He gently removed his jade crown, allowing his jet-black hair to spread out with the wind, dancing in the air. Li Yuanjiao's black hair, sharing the soft luster of his mother's, Mu Yalu, flowed freely down his back. He stepped forward, tapping lightly at the wooden door in front of him.
"Mother."
The sound of footsteps approached quickly, and the wooden gate of the courtyard creaked open. The maid ushered him in, and Mu Yalu stood smiling in the courtyard, her voice gentle.
"Jiao, my child."
