Yan Qing woke up to find it was already afternoon.
He rubbed his bleary eyes and opened the door, only to see Yun Luo sitting by the window, wiping his sword with a cloth. Duanyang was sitting beside him, muttering about how Liuli should also be called a martial lunatic; the way she fought, heedless of her own life, when sparring with her own people, it was fortunate that Miss Ling had decided to return to the Capital City that afternoon. Otherwise, if they continued to stay at Qiyun Mountain, he would be grabbed by her for sparring every day. With her aggressive style, he reckoned that by the time they returned to the Capital, he would have to be carried back, as he couldn't out-crazy her.
Yun Luo reminded him, "After our master marries into the Marquis Duanjing's residence, Liuli will also move in. Can you really avoid the inevitable forever?"
