Chapter 10: The Handkerchief
The light inside the carriage was dim, with only a few thin rays filtering through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto the floor, the seats, and the two people…
The light inside the carriage was dim, with only a few thin rays filtering through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto the floor, the seats, and the two people…
Song Ning raised his hand and, guided by his senses, tapped Song Youyi’s small head again. “You aren’t allowed to talk nonsense even at the border,” he urged. “Don’t speak…
“Really?” Xia Ling leaned in closer. “How does the young master know?” “Unless she wants Aunt Qi to break her legs.” Song Ning shrugged. Xia Ling froze for a moment,…
A long whip tore through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling wind. Crack! Qi Chuyao’s body shuddered violently. She let out a scream and clutched her backside as…
Qi Chuyao was a martial artist. Although her rank was not high, she had achieved some degree of success. Her pace was swift. As her feet struck the bluestone pavement,…
Xia Shuang woke up. The first moment she opened her eyes, her limbs felt as weak as if her bones had been removed. The world spun, and every inch of…
The interior of the carriage remained silent for a while. Only the clatter of wheels rolling over the road and the occasional bird song from the distance could be heard.…
The water in the bathroom stopped. Through the door, Xia Ling could hear it clearly. The Young Master had risen from the tub, and water droplets slid from his shoulders…
Dusk was falling. The old locust tree in the yard was gilded with a golden edge by the setting sun. Its delicate leaves swayed gently in the wind, casting long,…
On the day the Auspicious Post arrived, Song Ning was sitting by the window, drinking tea. The tea was this year’s new harvest. As the hot water was poured in,…