The sun was setting in the west.
The pleasure boats on the river gradually dispersed, and the horizon was dyed red.
Ye Jingtang was standing in a river pavilion and using his fingers as a saber. He slowly pondered over the saber technique his foster father had taught him.
The bird raised its claws to the sky and used the bushes as a rocking chair. It lay on the leaves and swayed as it hummed a tune leisurely. "Chirp~ Chirp~"
At noon, he came to wait for the Prince of Jing to summon him. He thought that, just like before, he would only have to wait for a moment. He didn't expect to wait from noon to the afternoon.
Although the wait was a little long, it wasn't boring. The Prince of Jing was quite considerate. After lunch, she even arranged for a beautiful palace maid to be a tour guide and allowed him to visit the scenery around Clear Water Villa.
