Today is the fourth day since Bihua Pavilion opened.
The winter sky is like a refreshing ink painting.
Ye Qingchen was awakened from his meditation by the noise of the younger disciples. He found it strange, as just last night, these pampered women were still deeply mired in the failure of Bihua Pavilion and unable to extricate themselves. How could they have recovered so quickly today?
Among the noise, the laughter of his eighth disciple sister, Lin Si Han, was particularly grating. This tender and sorrowful woman was the most heartbroken last night, so how could she be laughing so carefreely today?
There was something fishy.
Ye Qingchen tidied his clothes and slowly flew towards the Cui Lan Palace.
To his astonishment, these younger disciple sisters, who should have given up on weaving, surprisingly started working at the loom early in the morning.
Moreover, their demeanor had shifted from one of despair to one of joy and harmony.
