An hour ago.
The autumn breeze caressed gently, and waves of wheat spread across the grassy slopes.
Today, in addition to the rustling of the wind through the grass, there was an added "knock knock" at the door.
The barefoot girl, who was sitting on the bed cultivating, slowly opened her eyes, a flash of confusion in her gaze.
Why is this guy home so early today?
As the thought flickered through her mind, Tianyan lightly hopped off the bed and went to open the front gate.
When the wooden door opened, what met her eyes was not Xu Yuan's annoying face but a squinting man.
His appearance was handsome and spirited, a white robe untainted by dust fluttering lightly with the wind outside the courtyard.
The two of them locked eyes silently, several birds startled into flight from the crooked peach tree.
In the silence,
Tianyan spoke softly,
"Tao Palace's chief?"
The man in the white robe inspected Tianyan with a casually frivolous gaze and chuckled lightly,
"Shen Weixiu."
