It was late spring when Yixiang returned to the imperial capital.
Outside the palace, the willow color is deep, and fine raindrops are falling from the sky. She is dressed in white, unstained by dust, with a pure appearance and bright and noble eyes. The road under her feet was carefully decorated and covered with colorful petals. Since she first appeared, she has independently assumed her posture. Even so, she was still like a light bubble, not caring about the surprised eyes around her, and drifted straight past the ancient and solemn palace gate. The steps pass through the earthly world easily, as if stepping on the clouds. Even though her hair was tied up in a bun, there were still long hair that brushed her ankles, flashing like broken silver. I don't know if it was an illusion. When Prince Yifeng watched from a distance, he clearly saw that her hair was as white as snow for a moment, as light and frivolous as mist, lingering on her sides. She also had a fairy-like look on her face, so clear that people didn't dare to look at her. However, if you look carefully, you can see that her hair is still as beautiful as clouds, trailing behind her like ink jade. After being lined with white clothes, it turns out to be completely black.