After leaving the Heavenly Prison, she remembered something.
"I remember... the full moon on the fifteenth seemed to be a festival."
She recalled the Heavenly Court in its heyday, where every festival was adorned with lanterns and colored banners, brilliant lights blazing everywhere. Now, after the war, the Heavenly Court was a sight of devastation. Immortal islands tilted, palaces lay in ruins, and beneath the golden rays of the morning sun, everything looked bleak and desolate.
The immortal palaces had four seasons.
A jade path nearly swallowed by flowers and grass wound across a stone bridge.
Having changed into a soft white dress, Bai Yujun strolled along leisurely. Only when she felt a chill did she realize her cloth boots had been soaked by morning dew. Looking around, she saw autumn frost reflecting specks of fluorescent light beneath the rising sun. Autumn leaves drifted down, red as fire and yellow as gold.
For no reason at all, Dragon Heart felt the faintest trace of melancholy, carrying a touch of sorrow for spring and grief for autumn.
More than three thousand years of springs and autumns... sigh...
After indulging in a little sentiment, she flew straight toward Guanghan Palace.
It was a festival, after all. Going to Guanghan Palace for a visit would make it feel more festive. She could drink some osmanthus tea, set out a few plates of mooncakes, then secretly dig up a few jars of the monkey's aged brew and admire the elegant charm of Chang'e. That had its own special delight.
The red sun slanted westward as Bai Yujun dragged Chang'e into drinking with her.
There was no monkey fruit wine this time. Bai Yujun dug everywhere but found none, so she had no choice but to substitute the Heavenly Court's stored supplies. Watching the