Quiet courtyard, a rocking chair under the tree.
Mu Qingge sat leisurely, her eyes half-closed, looking quite lazy. In her hand, she held a beautifully crafted invitation, fanning herself absentmindedly, with elegant handwriting faintly visible on it.
Jiang Li returned from outside and saw this scene. She raised an eyebrow and walked towards Mu Qingge under the tree, saying, "I heard you came out of seclusion today. How did you become so tired and lazy after just a stroll outside?"
Mu Qingge's lips curved slightly, and a clear light shone from her half-closed eyes as she looked at her.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Li, taken aback by her sudden gaze, touched her own cheek and asked.
Mu Qingge laughed, "It's been a few days since we last met, and Your Majesty has become even more beautiful. Truly, it makes one's heart skip a beat!"
