The loft where the Duke of Yu's legitimate granddaughter resided was naturally extraordinary in taste—elegant and refined.
Naturally, poetry flowed like water; naturally, warm breezes carried fragrance.
But Zen Master Yue of the Moon-Washing Nunnery, standing by the windowsill on the other side of the suite, was clearly not in any mood to enjoy it.
Especially as the young man and woman in the room grew ever more tender and lovey-dovey.
She lightly pressed at the corner of her brow and, upon this puppet body of hers, actually found several fine lines of awkwardness.
She had intended to cough softly, to jolt those oblivious young lovers awake.
Or perhaps pretend she had only just noticed the visitor and go over to exchange a few pleasantries.
But after thinking it over, she ultimately said nothing. She silently leaped downstairs, even closing the window behind her.
After all, My Buddha was compassionate.
She swept through the wind without leaving behind the slightest sound of it.
She landed on the ground as though her feet had grown there all along—touching down and taking root.
Her ties with the Duke of Yu Mansion of Great Chu had been established for many years; there was no need for any further explanation.
Yue Tiannu, draped in gray robes, left the Duke of Yu Mansion alone.
In light of the magnificent upheavals they had encountered in the Mountain and Sea Realm, she had wanted to say something to Jiang Wang. But on second thought, there was nothing much to say.
So she let it be.
Chu had always been prosperous, and Ying City was even hailed as "the pinnacle of prosperity under heaven."
Her steps were light as she entered the unending stream of people.
Thereafter, she headed north all the way, returning home.
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