What Lingdingyang became that night needed no elaboration. At dawn, Dark Night stuffed Lin Mouren into Lingding Separate Courtyard, clapped her hands, and left, tossing behind her a world-shaking, ghost-weeping remark: "Don't look at me like that either. I admit I've already accompanied him. Now it's your turn. I'll excuse myself!"
Dark Night left...
The moment she left, Bi Xuanji's expression changed like clouds and winds. What did she mean, "your turn"?
I'm out!
I absolutely refused to become part of that "you"...
With Dark Night and Bi Xuanji both retreating, Luyi sprang up inside Lingding Separate Courtyard, hooked her arms around Lin Su's neck, pressed up with her lips, curled up her legs, and hung from him like a sloth...
That day, Lin Su carried Luyi across three thousand li of Jin Territory...
On the Jin River, fishermen steered their boats and fished, leisurely and at ease.
Across the grasslands, green grass spread like a vast cover, and flocks of sheep had already appeared.
In every village, farmers worked in the fields, and songs drifted through the air. "Clear and Pure Spring Water of the Frontier" rang from their mouths. Most of them could not carry a tune, yet it still sounded moving.
Seven-colored light still suffused Mount Zhong. It was the Seven-Colored Poem Lin Su and Zong Chi had created together.
Every trade in the city flourished. Mirror and glass industries had risen in this city, and countless merchants traveled thousands of miles to fight over quotas.
Within Prince Jin's Manor, Li Qingquan laid out wine to entertain him. After three rounds, he was thoroughly drunk.
Lin Su held Luyi's hand as they walked through the ancient imperial palace of Jin...
Night fell, and a bright moon hung high in the sky!
Luyi lay in his arms, her