The sky is high and the wind is cool, Five Tombs are overlooking from afar, the sun hangs high over Le You Garden. Cui Zhaoye tightly grips Li Piaoqing's hand, as if entrusted by a king with a heavy responsibility.
Changsun Jue quietly stands to the side, holding several scrolls, feeling like a eunuch waiting for an audience.
Li Piaoqing laughs: "How could I take away somebody else's beauty?"
Cui Zhaoye gazes softly at her, as if meeting his destined person, pleading: "You must become a vice president."
Li Piaoqing laughs again: "Alright then, just don't kick me out later."
"How could I!"
"If I return to the west after the Feather Scale Test, I might not be able to attend for a long time. Wouldn't that be holding the position in name only?"
Only then did Cui Zhaoye realize: "Right, you're also here for the Feather Scale Test? Which family— tomorrow we should go to the Tianshan Sword Banquet together."
Li Piaoqing smiles: "I'm here with Tianshan."
"Ah?"
