Shen Yanchuan paused, then shook his head.
"He's hardly capable of making the Eldest Princess angry. It's not necessary."
Lian Zhou was a little surprised. "So you... really aren't going?"
Shen Yanchuan set down his brush. The candlelight illuminated the rows of vigorous, powerful script on the paper, written with such force they seemed to pierce right through it.
He seemed to offer a faint smile.
"It's too late. Why cause a disturbance?"
...
That night, Ye Chutang and Xiao Wu stayed at the Long Princess Mansion.
Xiao Wu nestled in her arms and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Ye Chutang closed her eyes. Exhausted from the long day, a wave of fatigue washed over her, and it wasn't long before she, too, fell asleep.
Moonlight flowed like water, silent and serene. In the courtyard, a gentle evening breeze stirred, making the shadows of the trees sway.
...
Everything before her was a vast expanse of white, obscuring the path ahead.
