July, cool in Liangzhou.
Morning, after military drills.
Dismounting at the gate, shedding the frost-covered armor, Tang Ziqian strolled into the Governor Mansion.
After just a few steps, the sound of clinking chains echoed.
Tang Ziqian smiled, stopping to watch with interest.
The young girl in white stood aggrievedly under a tree by the roadside, "Tang Ziqian, when will you help me remove the foot shackles?"
Since returning to the Governor Mansion, Tang Ziqian hadn't captured Lu Yuan again but also hadn't removed her foot shackles.
Thus, every day one could see this girl running around the Governor Mansion dragging her shackles.
Ting-a-ling, quite lively.
Tang Ziqian watched her with satisfaction and smiled.
Seeing him smile, Lu Yuan also felt happy, her steps light despite the shackles, "What's making you so happy today?"
