As for the Empress Dowager's decree of marriage, Chen Yi never paid much heed to it,
and since Yin Weiyin wished to marry him, he thought, let her marry—after all, it doesn't make much of a difference.
With these thoughts swirling idly in his mind, Chen Yi tilted his head to glance at the female crown. She sat quietly, while the little fox placed her hands on her knees. Both women were enveloped in silence.
Accompanied by beauty, Chen Yi's heart grew more tranquil.
The trio sat quietly by the lakeside for a good while, saying nothing. The lake scenery calmed their spirits, cooling their inner anxieties; soft snow began to fall from the distant sky.
The white specks fell onto the lake's surface, dissolving instantly, ripples spreading outward in concentric circles—one chasing the next. If the maiden was like a blooming flower in an instant, then the female crown reflected the shimmering ripples under the snowfall—serene, radiant, and pure.
