On the eve of the Dragon Saliva Festival, the atmosphere in the Dragon Palace grew heavier than usual.
Deep purple merfolk silk had already been hung between the corridor pillars.
Golden dragon and cloud patterns were embroidered on it, gleaming faintly in the light of the luminous pearls.
Attendants were laying red carpets along the corridors.
These formed the ceremonial path the prince consort and princess would walk together during the Dragon Saliva Festival rites.
Everyone walked a little faster than usual and spoke in lower voices.
Lin Shisan had already spent two full days in this side courtyard.
He had not gone outside or seen Zi Yuner again. Every day, he simply cultivated as though his life depended on it.
The Hornless Dragon True Spirit had undergone a small change.
The spiritual energy in the Dragon Palace was practically a blessed haven for it. Its greedy little mouth had never stopped eating.
Its little belly had grown positively chubby.
It was just as gluttonous as the original Jiaolong True Spirit.
No matter how it evolved, the delicacies etched into the depths of its soul remained its favorite.
The two Dragon Scale Guards still guarded the courtyard entrance. They had switched to two rotating shifts, but someone always stood there.
The pot of tea on the table had gone completely cold. He neither refilled it nor asked anyone to replace it.
He had not touched the plate of pastries either. Each day, the attendants simply took it away and replaced it with a fresh one.
On the evening of the third day, someone pushed open the courtyard gate carved from seashells.
Zi Yuner stood in the doorway.
She wore a long, deep purple dress.
Her long hair was pinned up with a white jade hairpin, and the two dragon horns