Eastern Sea, Penglai Island. Standing before Dongli was the Dragon King, whose very step could shake the four seas. Famous as he was, seeing him in person was a different experience altogether. The king’s presence was commanding and naturally demanded respect. The three of them were brought here by the Merchant Association and had been safe for several days. Upon…
As she looked around, her eyes landed on the jade zither lying horizontally nearby. Behind her, a bookshelf stood quietly, while the sound of boiling water came from the kettle on the stove, steam billowing out. Rain tapped gently outside, the bamboo curtain swaying in the breeze that carried the fresh, damp scent of rain into the room. The surroundings…
Rain was falling on Jingdu Mountain, the mountain scenery shrouded in a misty haze, and the air was damp. A group trekked across the wet grass, their steps producing a soft rustling sound. Qing Jun glanced at the clouded sky. The weather was gloomy, reflecting the somber and melancholic mood of a person, neither warm sunshine nor heavy rain, but…
The palace was shrouded in silence. After a long silence, Seven called from outside the hall, “My Lady.” His voice, echoing softly and distantly, reached the depths of the hall, yet it was met with no response. “About the people in the courtyard…” Seven, hesitant to make decisions on his own, sought direction from Gu Fuyou. Suddenly, Gu Fuyou stood…
Zhong Michu held her close, allowing her to lean more comfortably against herself. She deliberated for a long time before deciding to tell Gu Fuyou about Si Miao. She didn’t want Gu Fuyou to know, but it was impossible to hide it from her forever. Perhaps Gu Fuyou would have guessed when she saw Zhong Michu return alone. Zhong Michu…