Although Lu Yuan did not eat the xinyi fruit, she was still quite angry, so angry that she didn't appear in front of Tang Ziqian for a while.
One time, Tang Ziqian was looking out from the Xinyi Forest and saw her watering the flowers in the field.
The skilled Miss Lu immediately noticed him, looked up at him, then grumpily lowered her head, showing him the top of her dark hair.
Tang Ziqian chuckled and left.
When winter arrived, the Governor Mansion welcomed two guests.
The Governor Mansion rarely had visitors.
It's not that no one wanted to visit, but few could enter the Mansion's gate, and even fewer were personally entertained by the owner.
Tang Ziqian was waiting in the main hall to welcome the guests when he suddenly heard a very faint clink of chains. His gaze subtly flickered.
A handful of snow settled at the corner of the eaves.
Like a squirrel gracefully passing by on a tree branch, unseen but leaving traces.
