The emerald waves ripple, willows brush the embankment, and from outside the room, the occasional eerie cry of a green crow echoes.
Inside, the window is half-open, and a breeze slips in, lifting the curling incense on the sandalwood enamored beast-ear censer, sending it into the embroidered curtains of crabapple flowers adorned with gold and silver threads.
Wei Zhao intended to hold someone in his arms and nap for a while, but was stunned by what he heard.
Perhaps just awakened, the girl's eyes rippled with spring colors, her tone coquettishly teasing as if genuine. As long as she did not speak of love, it would not be dry. For a moment, he almost believed he was truly here for a secret affair.
Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched, he was silent for a moment, then let out a soft snort through his nose.
Already dignified and otherworldly, after returning to Shangjing, he added the sharpness of a military general, and now there was an aura of charm that others could not glimpse.
