Duke of Dai
Within the walls, pavilions and terraces lay beneath the morning sun. Spring had deepened; lush green seemed painted on, while flower hedges, tree shadows, blossoms, and fragrant shade filled the air. Though a night-long slaughter had taken place, most people in the Capital City had not noticed a thing. Everything appeared perfectly normal.
Served by the maids, Su Ziji washed up and went to breakfast. Ye Buhui had arranged her hair in a bun and wore clothes made from the silk they had bought together some time ago. Her complexion was excellent as well.
Though he could not "see" it, Su Ziji could sense that the aura around her was gradually drawing inward.
When he looked with his eyes, he could also perceive that subtle change if he paid close attention.
"Bu Hui's spiritual radiance, which leaked out because she entered the Dao, is gradually receding. Given time, even without the Blackwood Bracelet, no one will be able to spot anything unusual. This is a good thing."
Secretly delighted, Su Ziji's lips curved slightly. He picked some food for Ye Buhui. Her face flushed faintly, and though husband and wife said nothing, their exchanged glances made others envious.
"Your complexion has improved these past few days. It seems my efforts were not in vain." After the dishes were cleared and the two had rinsed their mouths with fragrant tea, Su Ziji deliberately teased her.
This time, Ye Buhui did not merely blush; her face reddened all the way to the tips of her ears. She shot him a coy glare.
"What are you saying, Husband? Aren't you afraid people will hear and laugh at you?"
"We are a loving husband and wife. Who would laugh? And who would dare? Besides, these clothes suit you well. When we