Chang'an, the drizzle persisted.
Everything was so tranquil, the misty rain like fog enveloping the entirety of Chang'an, and within the White Jade Tower.
In that secluded boudoir.
Guan Qinghan lay on the bed, her complexion flushed, her gaze slightly vacant, obviously still disoriented from the intensity of the battle.
It would likely take a long time for her to completely recover.
And at this moment, Chu Lian'er's restriction was rapidly dissipating.
If this had happened before, she would have been extremely elated, after all, it was what she had longed for in her dreams.
When the young master of the Tianjian Sect had placed the restriction on her, she had yearned for it to be lifted, to regain her freedom as soon as possible.
But as an Oiran, she was well aware that the so-called righteous and evil paths were merely those who wielded power.
As rulers, they treated people like her as if they were ants, trampling on them at will.
