A few days later.
At that time, Jia Residence's towering vessel, the Cloud Palace Skyship, was sailing along the cloud route back to the Divine Capital.
"..."
Inside one of the ship's cabins, in an elegant guest room with a sitting room and an inner chamber, Lin Daiyu stood by the window, gazing into the distance.
Beyond the window, clouds churned over a sea of mist, while the mountains and rivers below swept rapidly past.
She wore a plain white mourning robe and a silver hairpin. Her face was unadorned and wan, and her eyes were slightly red. Clearly, she was still immersed in the grief of losing her father.
"..."
"..."
Zijuan and Xueyan stood quietly to one side, watching her with concern and sympathy. They did not dare say much.
After Lin Ruhai's coffin and ashes had been taken back to the Lin ancestral tomb in Suzhou for burial, and all the funeral rites had been completed, Jia Lian took over the remaining arrangements for the Lin Family's estate.
Originally, Jia Lian had planned for them to stay a little longer. They would not return until they had sorted out Lin Ruhai's holdings in Yangzhou and Suzhou, including his farms, shops, and other properties, and either sold or transferred them.
However!
After only two days of work, an urgent letter arrived from the capital. It contained the astonishing news that their Jia Family's eldest young lady, Jia Yuanchun, had been selected by imperial favor to enter the Phoenix Palace and been elevated to Virtuous Consort!
Upon hearing the news, Jia Lian was desperate to return. How could he still find the heart to handle everything carefully?
And so!
He promptly dumped all the remaining Lin Family properties and land that were inconvenient to deal with onto several distant