At the Eastern Palace, while Shen Yinning was heading to Mantangchun.
Shen Yunxi looked at the dozen or so booklets on the desk and felt very satisfied.
She stretched out her nails painted with vermilion lacquer, stroking the covers of the booklets, and gleefully said, "In the past, I looked down on those pretentious scholars, but it turns out they do have some skill. These plots are vivid and lively, they make my heart race and my emotions surge. The illustrations are the best—I even want to frame them and hang them inside my bed curtains!"
Her complexion was dark and tired, a result of staying up late reading for the past couple of days.
