Small candles welcomed the lovely night; the bright moon shone upon those of old.
Lingering fragrance wound around flowing water, drifting through the Imperial Garden with its Jiangnan scenery. In the lamp trays, the wax from the night before spread out like water lilies.
Dressed entirely in white, Su Jingyan seemed not to have slept in years as he lay with his head on Emperor Ying Consort's lap and slept quietly through the night.
Prince Ying and his wife had also stayed awake all night, simply watching Su Jingyan.
Smiles had lingered on their faces all night, as enduring as flowing rivers, truly like song and poetry...
This night seemed to hold a tranquility the Imperial Capital had never known.
A thousand candles burned on in the Imperial Palace, never once going out.
A wisp of fragrance drifted through the morning, like the scent of ordinary mortal life, and vendors' cries rose in the city again...
Su Jingyan slowly woke and saw that his parents had stayed by his side all along.
"Father, Mother..." Su Jingyan rose and called to them.
Emperor Ying Consort looked at Su Mo with aching tenderness and asked, "Mo'er, it has been a long time since you had a proper rest, hasn't it?"
Su Jingyan shook his head without speaking.
It had indeed been a long time since he had rested properly...
That night, he had slept with utter peace of mind.
His heart held neither disturbances nor worries. Even he, a cultivator, had felt weary.
After bowing slightly to his parents, Su Jingyan turned to look toward the world of the Nine Heavens...
"Go on..." Emperor Ying Consort stroked Su Jingyan's cheek and spoke softly.
She knew that Su Jingyan had only just returned and still had many, many old acquaintances to see. He