Half a month later.
Qi Yu was presently in the courtyard, staring blankly at the blooming roses before her. The rich fragrance constantly tickled her nose, yet it did nothing to improve her melancholic mood.
She had been imprisoned in this small courtyard for almost a month now.
Every day, someone would bring her cultivation resources, but she was restricted here, unable to move freely. Her only solace was Lu Yanxiu, who would come every day to keep her company and relieve her boredom.
She was like a caged canary, waiting for her master's favor. Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Cai Yufeng had not appeared, seemingly preoccupied with matters of war.
This situation felt like a death row prisoner whose execution had been delayed.
The agony of this wait tortured her greatly.
Her eyes, usually so lively, were now dull, and even her cultivation was neglected.
"Senior sister."
At this moment, Lu Yanxiu entered the courtyard again.
