Cicada chirps and insect calls.
Another March has passed in the blink of an eye.
In these three months, Chu Ning stayed at home to cultivate with peace of mind, and Liang Jiulin felt very satisfied with the reports from his subordinates.
The only time he went out was to visit a certain courtyard, where a lady who had just lost her husband resided.
A beautiful widow.
A concubine once favored by a Colonel.
After hearing this, Liang Jiulin smiled slightly. It was normal for someone of his vigorous age to have needs.
As long as Ji Yang could concentrate on his martial training, not to mention a widow, even if she wasn't a widow, he could make her one. A mere Colonel counted for nothing.
Ji Family Estate.
The inner residence.
Chu Ning sat cross-legged, exhaling a stream of white mist that sliced through a row of candles like a sword.
