Three days later.
Morning light had just begun to dawn, and golden sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves above the courtyard, scattering mottled shadows across the bluestone ground.
At the center of the courtyard, a wicker chair swayed gently.
Li Changsheng lay alone upon it, his hands folded behind his head and his eyes lightly closed. He let the warm sunlight fall over him, looking relaxed and content, as though all the strife of the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Creak—
Just then, the tightly shut door was pushed open from outside.
A beautiful figure in a long black dress slowly entered the courtyard.
The woman was tall and shapely, with long black hair cascading to her waist. Her brows and eyes carried the charm of mature seduction.
As she walked, the hem of her dress swayed softly, like a secluded orchid blooming in the night—beautiful, yet carrying a dangerous aura that was impossible to ignore.
It was none other than Feng Ling.
At a glance, she spotted Li Changsheng reclining on the wicker chair.
Seeing the young man sunbathing with his eyes closed and such an unhurried demeanor, a faint smile curled at Feng Ling's lips.
She did not speak immediately. Instead, she softened her steps and silently walked behind Li Changsheng.
Then, she extended her fair, soft hands and gently placed them on Li Changsheng's shoulders, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.
Her fingertips touched his shoulders and neck, her strength perfectly measured.
"The Divine Son is certainly in high spirits."
Feng Ling bent down and leaned a little closer. Her warm breath brushed past Li Changsheng's ear, and her voice was alluring and languid.
"You suddenly summoned this servant here. Is there something you need this servant to do?"
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