"Clang, clang, clang~..."
The jaunty beat of Great Qian electronic music echoed through the attic.
Commandery Princess Changning wore a colorful dress and danced the Butterfly Step, which she had already mastered. The Fat-Headed Peacock bobbed and swayed, displaying the abundance befitting prosperous Great Qian.
Duoduo sat on the spring bench playing music, while Coal Ball, who had scrounged food and drink all night, squatted on a little table and joined the shamanic dance. Those sparkling eyes were full of well-fed contentment, too happy to think of Huan.
But not everyone in the vast residence could get into the spirit.
Beside West Residence Lake, Linghu Qingmo lay over the Beauty's Leaning Rail, gazing at the koi. Those cool eyes stared blankly, recalling scene after scene of last night's provocations toward Doctor Lin.
Smooch, smooch, smooch~
Your man is so luscious...
Is sleeping all you know how to do?
I can give you tender loving care too...
Getting right in someone's face in front of his lady confidante-wasn't that just like those crazy, scheming bitches from Martial Might Pavilion?
It was over, utterly over. His Dao Heart had crumbled...
Amid these wandering thoughts, a white-clad figure vaulted over the perimeter wall, landed in the corridor, and stumbled. Then he braced one hand against a pillar and held his forehead, pain practically written across his face!
"Hm? Xie Jinhuan?"
Seeing his utterly exhausted state, Linghu Qingmo immediately grew anxious and hurried over to support him:
"What happened? Did Doctor Lin hit you? Huh?"
Before he finished speaking, the white-robed young gentleman suddenly raised his hands and cupped that cool, beautiful face. His eyes brimmed with longing, like parched land meeting sweet rain, like a man who hadn't seen a woman in eight lifetimes...
Linghu Qingmo shuddered and raised a hand to