After many years of calm, the peace was finally shattered.
"Bang—" came a sound.
Duan Xiaoyan walked in from outside, drenched in sweat, followed by Xiao Zhufeng who took off his wrist guards. The two sat down in the room and poured themselves some tea to drink.
Pei Yunmeng was displeased, "Is this a martial arts field?"
It wasn't his day to be on duty.
Lacking any pressing matters at the Palace Marshal's Mansion, he returned home to check on Treasure Bead, but these two had arrived uninvited, insisting on practicing their swordplay in his mansion's courtyard.
"The martial arts field is too crowded," Duan Xiaoyan said, tilting his head back to drink his tea, "Your place is quiet, and with such a large garden without even a single flower, it's a waste not to use it."
