Standing in the Pavilion, Chu Youning looked around and froze for a moment.
The Pavilion could not be seen from outside the lake.
Yet from where she stood, she could see everything around her through a thin veil of white mist.
"I've prepared a fire here, and some food for you too."
Qing Qianxue lit the lanterns in the Pavilion, walked over to a low couch, and pressed a mechanism, taking out several boxes of snacks.
Then he walked over and opened a sword case set a short distance away.
Once the wooden case was open, he took out a longsword.
The longsword had an exquisite scabbard and an intricately carved hilt, adorned with a sword tassel with two hollow golden bells at its center.
Chu Youning watched Qing Qianxue study the sword intently before finally drawing it from its scabbard.
Cold light flashed, and a keen blade appeared before Chu Youning's eyes. She could not help blinking in delight.
Holy moly, the ancient-style soul buried in my bones is stirring! What a pwetty sword!!!
"Is this... Snow Song, the sword you used to carry?"
"Yes."
Qing Qianxue nodded lightly without asking how Chu Youning had learned of it.
He smiled at her. "This humble servant will perform a sword dance for the Elder Princess. Please take your seat on the couch, Your Highness~"
"Absolutely! Ready and waiting~"
Chu Youning went over and sat on the low couch, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
Only after he disappeared from the Pavilion did Chu Youning belatedly realize something. "Oh no, did I just say Snow Song out loud? If he catches on and asks how I know his sword's name, how am I supposed to answer?"
She had barely thought about it for two seconds when Qing Qianxue began to move, and