「The next morning, at the National Preceptor's Mansion in the Zhou Royal Palace.」
Jiang Qingyi slowly opened her eyes.
The woman pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed, a lock of hair brushing against her pale cheek.
As she gazed out the window, the sleepiness in her eyes gradually faded, leaving them clear.
After getting out of bed, changing her clothes, and washing up, Jiang Qingyi walked out of her room.
She sat in the courtyard, just as she always did, feeling the spring breeze as she stared blankly at the sky.
Here in the National Preceptor's Mansion, not a single palace maid waited on Jiang Qingyi, mainly because she preferred to be alone.
Whether at the Wanjian Sect or in the National Preceptor's Mansion, Jiang Qingyi would often sit like this for an entire day.
However, since coming to the Zhou Royal Palace, Jiang Qingyi found herself frequently wandering through the palace grounds.
