Time flew like a white steed flashing past a gap, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
The capital of the Principality of Klan still basked in the lingering joy of the engagement ceremony. A warm, peaceful atmosphere enveloped the entire city. Its people lived and worked in contentment, flowers bloomed in profusion inside and outside the palace, and all seemed tranquil and well. Throughout those three months, although Shiheng had long since agreed to a Saint-level sparring match with the Earth Sword Saint, Debangsen, he had shown not the slightest impatience, much less shut himself away to train bitterly and devote himself to studying combat methods. After years of life-and-death battles, rising from humble beginnings to the Saint level, he understood better than anyone that improvement in strength never came from seeking quick results overnight. For now, he preferred to set aside the cultivation manuals and explanations of laws in his hands and devote every moment of his free time to the beloved woman by his side.
Every morning, he would take Kelin Xiaoman's hand and stroll through the gardens deep within the palace, watching morning dew drip from petals and listening to the breeze brush through the branches. In the afternoon, he would sit with her beneath the covered walkway, tasting pastries and treats carefully prepared by the palace cooks as he quietly listened to her gentle accounts of amusing little incidents in the principality and the lives of its people. At night, they watched the star-filled sky side by side and shared their innermost thoughts. Together day and night, they experienced no dramatic upheavals, yet their steady companionship made their feelings for each other ever deeper and stronger. The fluttering excitement of youth faded, replaced by a greater certainty that they would spend their