Fengyu slept restlessly in the back hall of Changshou Palace until dusk. Xie Xun, still young and full of vigor, never seemed to tire while teasing her incessantly. She could only cry and beg for mercy, yet thankfully, his busy schedule left him little time to pester her further. Otherwise, she truly felt like she would lose half her life.
When she awoke, the evening glow painted the sky. Outside the corridor, Qiuxiang and Chunlu were admiring the sunset. Such a fiery cloud scene was rare in the capital, resembling auspicious omens descending from the heavens. Resplendent clouds stretched endlessly across the horizon, breathtakingly beautiful, leaving Fengyu amazed by the spectacle.
