Rong Ru felt greatly reassured after receiving the paper umbrella, and she was no longer as nervous as before.
It would have been even better if she had not eaten that clean lotus seed...
Only after meeting her did Rong Ru learn that the rumors were pure slander. The Dragon Lord was clearly gentle and kind. Her fondness for filling rooms with glittering treasure pearls was a little unusual, but her temperament was casual and free-spirited. There was none of the solemn tension she felt when facing the clan elders, nor did she need to maintain strict etiquette and decorum at every moment. Though she liked doing a little business to earn money, which immortal or god in the heavens did not have some peculiar hobby? The dragon clan truly lived free and unrestrained, doing as they pleased. How enviable.
Without realizing it, dragon and phoenix had begun secretly envying each other's style and habits.
Bai Yujun wanted to learn some secrets, while Rong Ru intended to offer up a token of allegiance. Thus, they found each other remarkably congenial. Everything she knew, guessed, or had merely caught wind of, she shared freely. She had already defected, after all, so what did a few more trifling matters matter?
Night fell, yet host and guest were still chatting merrily. The beaver guarding the gate hugged his steel trident and leaned against the threshold, snoring away.
Fat Tiger took a stroll, ate and drank his fill, then ambled leisurely back to the residence. Spotting the beaver at the gate, he lowered his head to look at his soft, sleek fur with great delight. Unable to resist for a moment, he stuck out his tongue and licked it with a rustling sound...
The living room glittered with jewels, making lamps, candles, and firelight