She was otherworldly and scholarly. Not only did time not reduce her charm, but it also made her noble.
She was reading a book seriously.
It was quiet and beautiful, but the destructive power that erupted was even greater. Almost no one could control themselves when they saw this scene.
Her name was Lu Yuhuan, Zuo Liangcai's concubine.
Her beautiful eyes looked up from time to time. There was a child, about seven or eight years old, wearing a purple robe. He was cultivating his movement technique, as light and agile as a butterfly. Beside him stood a middle-aged woman in a green dress. She was hiding her righteous aura. It seemed that she was from Changqing Academy.
They were Zuo Zhi and Duan Yingyu.
Lu Yuhuan was very satisfied with her son's hard work in cultivation. However, she did not show it on her face and continued to keep a straight face.
A loving mother would spoil her son. She understood this principle.
