The days were growing longer. A golden sunset streamed in through the open window to fall upon the wooden chessboard that Yan Zheyun and Gracious Consort Yao were seated across from each other at. With just a glance, it was hard to say who was winning, but if one saw the way Yan Zheyun's jaw was tight, his eyes darting periodically to the floor, an unusual displeasure swimming in the depths of his doe-like eyes, it would be assumed that he was about to lose.
Nonsense. Even if he were, he could do so graciously. Quite unlike how he was feeling right now as he watched Hua Zhixuan mumble something in his sleep before turning to press his cheek against Gracious Consort Yao's thigh.
