A Gentle Song Drifting Through the Clouds

They say that if you accidentally swallow a seed, it will take root inside you and grow until it becomes a towering tree. She can no longer remember when this tree first sprouted, but fortunately, one day, the tree inside Ye Qing blossomed and bore fruit.

When they first met, he was a gentle young nobleman in flowing white robes. When they met again years later, he was one of the Five Emperors of the God Clan, seated high above all others.

As the little princess of the Celestial Realm, Ye Qing had never been luckier than anyone else. She had no idea what she had done to deserve Emperor Chong Huan’s favor.

Perhaps she had spent all her good luck on meeting him.

Ye Qing: I never thought I could have you, but now that I do, I won’t let you go.

Chong Huan: Your future husband may smile at everyone, but he’ll be good to you alone.

When the layers of clouds are parted, the moon shines bright, and they remain together for a lifetime.