He silently muttered to himself.
At that moment, a slightly hoarse female voice came from within the hall:
"Don't just stand there, come on in directly."
"...Yes."
Chen Mo lifted his leg and walked in.
The hall was cold and empty, even the furnishings were surprisingly sparse. Entering the inner chamber, he saw Chu Yanli sitting at the table, drinking by herself.
She seemed to have just bathed, wearing a thin long dress embroidered with gold cloud patterns. Her calves under the skirt were like crystal jade, her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her porcelain-white cheeks had a faint blush.
By now, it was late, and there were no palace lamps lit inside the pavilion. Only a red candle on the table flickered, casting moving shadows.
Perhaps it was the lighting, she seemed less sharp and domineering than usual, giving off a gentle and serene vibe.
