Once Xiao De shut the door behind Hua Zhixuan's back and Shuangxi started bustling about preparing the tea, it felt just like the good old days back in Zheshan Palace.
An indiscernible sigh slipped past Yan Zheyun's lips. Who would have thought that he hadn't seen the glory of the inner palace in all four seasons yet? It seemed as though he was slowly losing track of time, every waking moment divided between Liu Yao and all the plotting, scheming, and strategising he seemed to do from dawn to dusk each day.
