The Morbid Master

The setting sun swallowed the last trace of rosy clouds at the horizon. Within Shiyuan Sword Manor, a child sat on the lap of a white-clad figure, quietly recounting something. The boy was very well-behaved, sitting obediently in place, his head barely reaching the woman's collarbone. Jiang Shiyuan occasionally picked up a dish from the table with her chopsticks and placed it into Pei Yu's bowl.