That night.
Duke Zhen's Mansion, Million Specie Garden.
The bedroom in the night was gently shrouded in moonlight streaming through the window, casting a faint ethereal glow.
Inside, the delicate wood-carved furniture revealed its elegant silhouette in the dim candlelight.
Silk curtains hung quietly, murmuring the room's secrets and tranquility like verses from an ancient poem.
On the bed, the soft brocade quilt cover complemented the ivory-white sheets, showcasing the exquisite taste of the East.
At the bedhead, a simple porcelain vase held several graceful plum blossoms, their subtle fragrance wafting through the air.
And that unique aroma, like the whispered secret of the night, added an air of mystery to the bedroom.
The three who had just weathered a storm lay sprawled across the jade bed.
