Jungle path, the clear blue sky reflects the lush greenery of the distant mountains, and fine dust lifts lightly, with fireflies surrounding the tips of leaves.
Baili An walked leisurely behind her, finally voicing the perplexing question in his heart.
"What is the relationship between Mother and Princess Zhao Wenjun?"
The juices of midsummer overflow, and the crimson cannas by the mountain forest's edge bloom vibrantly.
At this moment, Ying Ji seemed to have completely left Baili Yu behind, bending down to pick a flower.
The long and delicate handbone rested on the flower stem, gently breaking it, placing it horizontally in her mouth, sucking it, with the flower juice as sweet as honey overflowing between her lips and teeth.
She toyed with the flower in her hand, exhaled lightly, and said: "Just as you see, it was a past rival in love relationship."
