Morning, Immortal Emperor's palace.

In a beautifully adorned room of the eastern palace, Lin Yan'er, dressed in a light blue long dress, sat before her dressing table. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement, yet there was a hint of hidden sorrow.

Her figure beneath the light blue dress was slender and graceful, like a willow branch swaying in the breeze.

Her complexion was as fair as snow, her beauty as charming as the girl next door, like a blooming green lotus.