In Sangzhi City, the small courtyard with a tranquil environment had its gate tightly closed, seemingly deserted.
However, under the tree in the courtyard, a figure clad in a luscious red robe lazily lay on a rocking chair, pretending to sleep with eyes closed. Behind her, a delicate-looking girl was gently massaging her shoulders, her rhythm slow and relaxing.
Suddenly, a sudden gust swept through the courtyard.
When the wind stopped, a young girl clad in a dark green cloak suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee. "Little Lord, I'm back."
Mu Qingge slowly opened her eyes, her clear gaze falling upon the kneeling You He, and asked, "Speak."
