When Cui Yunqi pushed open the door, his whole being was aflame with passion.
At this moment, all sense of etiquette and reason, all aristocratic decorum, were abandoned.
What in the world could compare to the line "Even in death, the chivalrous bones remain fragrant"?
No, it's not just the fragrance of chivalrous bones in death, but also "Ten steps kill one, a thousand miles no trace remains".
And "Three cups pledge a promise, the Five Mountains bow lightly in submission".
And, and…
There were so many, each word, each phrase, each line.
They leapt wildly over the hottest bloodline in his heart, tugging at his Divine Soul, making him feel both immensely heavy yet feather-light in his steps.
"Who is reciting poetry…"
Cui Yunqi shouted, stumbling as he rushed inside.
The door slammed with a bang against the wall beside it.
Then, Cui Yunqi finally saw the scene inside the room clearly.
