"This isn't the right place for a detailed discussion. Let's find somewhere more private."
Qing Ling glanced around, then gave Chu Mu a wink.
"Alright."
Chu Mu nodded.
"This way, please."
Qing Ling stood up and gestured with her hand.
Chu Mu followed close behind. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, and the sight of her form, half-hidden by thin veils, was enough to set one's imagination racing.
Once they were seated in a private room on the second floor of the pavilion, Chu Mu seemed to recall something and suddenly asked, "Was it Senior Qing Cang who summoned us today?"
Qing Ling poured a cup of Spirit Wine and handed it to him, covering her mouth with her hand as she smiled. "You're really asking about the relationship between Senior Qing Cang and me, aren't you?"
Chu Mu gave an awkward laugh, accepting the cup without another word.
"Senior Qing Cang is my grandfather,"
