Cheng Guang left the Queen of South Ming and headed straight back to Duke Zhen's Mansion.
As soon as he entered the Million Specie Garden, he saw the eaves of the black tile and azure stone house, pure and unblemished.
Perhaps it was because it was still early morning, the air was still cold and crisp, but impeccably clean, and the only scent one could smell was the faint fragrance of the red plum blossoms scattered throughout the courtyard.
Qing Luan had already risen, standing beside the courtyard pavilion, one hand coiling her black hair, her face as delicate as jade turned to the side, facing the pavilion, washing up listlessly.
The moment Cheng Guang stepped into the courtyard, Qing Luan seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at Cheng Guang.
"Princely Heir, you're back."
Cheng Guang nodded slightly.
