Endless skies, where clouds unroll and fold.
The carriage was not headed back to Marquis Yangling Mansion. Shen Hua detached herself from the amorous situation and quickly realized something was wrong.
"I once heard a storyteller at a teahouse tell a story, in which a noble young master, failing to get what he wanted, vented his anger by dragging a girl to Burial Mound to bury her alive."
Cui Yun's brow furrowed, and sure enough, the girl asked with a serious face.
"What is your view on this matter?"
Cui Yun: ...
He released the girl and leaned back against the carriage wall, intermittently smoothing out the creases in Shen Hua's garment. He spoke with a tone that was neither salty nor bland.
"How could the mother of Nezha be buried at Burial Mound? I will find you a plot of land with good Feng Shui."
He was deliberately using his words to provoke her!
