The spring rain drizzled like silk, causing the lake to ripple slightly, resembling countless pieces of silver sprinkled across the water, shimmering softly.
A silent pavilion stood by the lakeside in the courtyard, where two people sat facing each other, the fragrance of tea swirling and mingling with the sound of rain.
The Princess, dressed in a plain green robe, gently held a teapot as she poured herself a fresh cup, her features showing a hint of contemplation.
Who exactly is Gu An of the First Institute in Cangmu Sect?
The Prince has inquired about this twice now, so naturally, she needs to carefully consider it.
She took a sip of tea, the warm liquid sliding down her throat, bringing a trace of warmth.
After a moment, the Princess gently parted her lips, her voice flowing like a clear spring: "From what is known so far, Gu An appears old, often acts impulsively.
