The capital city of the cultivation world stands atop a mountain peak. Aside from the Imperial palace at its center, it is a fairly ordinary city, with people going about their business in a fairly ordinary way, although of course there are more cultivators around than in any other city in the world, at least since Linyi was razed. But even when the Emperor was mad, he never reached the levels of ostentation of Linyi at its peak. But the Emperor's madness is long gone, and in a city filled with so many cultivators, the common people have little to fear.
"They aren't all currently gathered at a central location--I'll alert Father and he'll send them all here."
She raises her hand, and a glowing purple butterfly appears above it and flutters off much faster than a normal butterfly could fly.
This urgent task having been accomplished, she looks at Millie more closely, eyes tracing up and down her without particular hesitation or prurient interest, and says, "--Some kind of nature spirit? I suppose it's none of my business, but you almost seem to fit into the paradigm I'm familiar with, you see."
"I like your," she waves her hand in the general direction of her own torso, "effect, it's very pretty. And thematic."
"Oh, huh, is that the kind of thing that requires a lot of compromising? I mean, maybe I'm biased, apparently most places don't have angry ghosts, but as inhuman eccentricities go that sounds extremely harmless."
"Oh no," she chortles, one hand going up to her hair, which is considerably less indecent than loose but not actually decent, by elf standards. "Mother would about die to learn about that if it weren't for all the veils, he's so easily embarrassed."
"You underestimate how thin Mother's face is. I'm not bothered, but I wouldn't be anyway, I managed not to take after him that way nearly at all."
"Uh, I've never personally counted, a feeew hundred probably?"
The first handful start to trickle in.
"That sounds like a good idea for several reasons."
"Yeah." Sigh. "I'm glad. Let's head back?"
The Emperor gives his daughter a questioning look.
She bows slightly. "The ambassador was able to restore the victims of the Zhenlong Chess technique to what I can only assume from the description of the spell was their full faculties. The example I personally witnessed was admittedly not especially coherent. He started crying," she elaborates.
"I see. You have the Empire's gratitude for this assistance in repairing the damage done in my...earlier years."
"I think we all hope so. --Mother. The damage done by Zhenlong Chess is entirely magical in nature--they can probably heal you. Will you let them try?"
The veiled figure nods after a moment, pulling off a glove and extending an uncovered hand.
He inhales sharply, withdrawing his hand carefully and tucking it back inside the glove.
"Did it work?" the Emperor asks, tension in every line of his body.
The Empress nods, and the Emperor HUGS him. He manages to simultaneously hug back while also hissing that they have COMPANY and making a token effort to push him off.