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The green jade wine pot in Xia Qingyun's hand gleamed softly in the moonlight, as though she held a flowing wisp of subtle fragrance.
She strolled along the garden corridor. Two graceful figures already stood quietly on the stone steps beneath the eaves.
Yang Jingxue's fitted sleeves fluttered as she and Na Ruoyun beside her greeted Xia Qingyun with smiles.
On this visit to the Chen Clan, Xia Qingyun had brought only Na Ruoyun with her. Ximen Xiaoran and Ma Tianyang had insisted on coming themselves.
Na Ruoyun had come to discuss matters concerning the Archer Academy with Yang Jingxue.
Previously, Yang Jingxue had intended to visit the Na Family herself, but she had later become so overwhelmed with work that she sent a letter inviting Na Ruoyun here to discuss things instead.
Thus, Na Ruoyun had come along on this trip.
Both women were rare bow-wielding Titled Douluos, and only seven or eight years separated their ages. Having lived through the same era, they had long shared a close friendship.
Now, their silver-scaled soft armor rose and fell with their breathing. Amid the shifting light and shadows, it recalled their spirited bearing in those days when they rode side by side, shooting eagles from the sky.
Earlier, beneath the Chinese parasol tree in the small rear garden, they had been deep in a lively discussion about the Archer Academy. Their animated chatter seemed almost enough to stir up all the flowers' fragrance.
Just then, Xue Chuxin emerged gracefully with Xue Churan and called out in a clear voice, "Sister, wait!"
Xia Qingyun's lashes trembled slightly. The corners of her eyes swept over the sisters like butterfly wings, while the wine pot swayed gently in her hand. The purple wine