The summer night's breeze, carrying the faint fragrance of roses, swept across her cheeks and past her nose. It was fresh and rich, a scent that calmed the soul.
Liang Wan released her grip on the Palace Attendant's arm. She retrieved an object from her sleeve, bent at the waist, and offered it respectfully with both hands.
"Your Majesty, I am returning this to you, completely intact."
Only then did Gao Qian leisurely turn around, his gaze landing on her cupped hands.
His dark silhouette merged with the night. His face was unnaturally pale, his black eyes profound and dark, and the curve of his lips deepened into a smirk.
His long, pale fingers plucked the object from her palm. He tilted his head, feigning recollection with great interest. "What was the crime for forging a Tiger Talisman, again? I seem to have forgotten."
Liang Wan lowered her head. Her voice was as light as the faint rose fragrance in the air, laced with a beguiling quality.
