Qingzhou, inside the compound of the Liushan Division.
The crescent moon, shaped like a comb, slantedly inserted atop the trees by the house, seemed casually placed there by an immortal's hand -- silky and delicate, softly blanketing the entire courtyard.
Inside the study, the lamplight flickered, casting a glow that reflected the fragrance of books and ink.
Adorned in simple and elegant blue attire, Ran Qingchen sat upright at her desk, gazing at the letter in her hands with her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
Besides her in the study, there were four others.
They were Yuan Anjiang, Li Nanshuang, Shan Dongchuan, the person in charge of Qingzhou's Liushan Division, and a young man.
The man wore a simple and elegant white robe, carrying himself with a remarkable grace. His skin was as pale and smooth as jade, his features distinct and sharp, and a faint scholarly air could be seen through his eyes, adding to his bright and handsome appearance.
