Upon returning to Xiaoyao City, Gu Fuyou secluded herself, staying in the tower all day and meeting no one other than Zhong Michu. To her surprise, Scholar Zhai did manage to see her once. With no formalities between them, Scholar Zhai couldn’t help but laugh. Gu Fuyou, embarrassed and annoyed, clenched her teeth and handed over all responsibilities of managing…
The lightning struck the scale, seeming to hammer its brilliance into it. In an instant, the air around them erupted in an explosive force, creating a sensation of intense pressure on everyone’s ears, rendering all sounds muffled and indistinct. The remaining flashes of electricity scattered like snakes slithering straight down. They looked small, but upon impact, they burst into flames….
The rain was pouring down refreshingly, imbuing those within it with a sense of rebirth, evoking the innocence and purity of childhood. Gu Fuyou tilted her face up to the rain, feeling the cool droplets splash into her eyes, bringing a slight sting. She blinked away the water and turned back, her gaze meeting the people sheltered under the eaves….
After straightening her clothes, Gu Fuyou stepped outside where a group of people had already gathered. They were among the highest-ranking slaves, like Feng Sui who was always by her side, and others seen less often, like Sixteen. Among the slaves, these dozen or so individuals commanded great respect among the slaves, always ready to respond to Gu Fuyou’s summons….
Gu Fuyou reappeared after half a day, her hand clutching a red book adorned with gold lettering. In the room, Zhong Michu was delicately playing a zither, her fingers weaving a clear and melodious tune. The soft, white silk of her sleeves fluttered gently, each movement resonating with Gu Fuyou’s heart. As Zhong Michu’s hands danced over the zither strings,…