After a night of heavy rain in the Capital City, the sky suddenly cleared at dawn. The courtyard was filled with the scent of soil and fresh grass, and crystal-clear rainwater clung to the branches and leaves of the crabapple trees.
Meng Qianqian finished practicing with the Brocade Spring Saber for an entire hour. It was good, but she always felt... it was a bit too light.
She suddenly thought of the massive axe she had seen that bearded neighbor wield one night. She wondered what weapon she had once used—it must have been heavier than the Brocade Spring Saber.
As she was pondering, a soft, milk-like voice called out from outside the door: "Nine!"
Meng Qianqian's eyes lit up as she slid the Brocade Spring Saber back into its sheath.
Nanny Wan, bursting with joy, tottered to open the gate: "Oh my, oh my, look who's come!"
Bao Shu sat in Qing Shuang's arms, calling out, "Nanny, Nanny!"
