The stone path was sprinkled with moonlight, a gentle layer of white like a delicate veil.
The tense atmosphere had been swept away by the gentle breeze.
Chen Ji sheathed his short knife, looking at Princess Bai Li before him, he softly asked, "How long have you been secretly plotting to help me?"
Princess Bai Li, somewhat embarrassed, fiddled with the purse at her waist, "A day and a half."
Chen Ji wondered aloud, "How did I not notice you all discussing these matters?"
Princess Bai Li explained, "You always come back during the day, looking exhausted, and go straight to your bedroom to sleep. We discussed it quietly in the courtyard while you were asleep."
"Aren't you afraid I was out gambling?"
"Not afraid, you're definitely not the gambler others speak of."
"Thank you."
Chen Ji could imagine the group sitting around an eight-immortal table, whispering amongst themselves.
Childish yet sincere.
