After Zhao Ling returned to the residence, she went to the Rear Residence to bathe and change, preparing for the evening's celebration party.
Linghu Qingmo had originally intended to go straight back to his room, but since his master was next door at the Danyang Marquis Household, he changed course midway and headed to the courtyard where Bu Qingya was staying.
It was noon, and the courtyard was quite secluded.
Dressed in black robes, Bu Qingya sat cross-legged with his hands overlapped, currents of energy steaming from his body. His prolonged exertion had added a measure of yin coldness to the entire courtyard.
Bu Yuehua had grown a little bored from the long wait, but she could hardly disturb her father's deep contemplation, so she went into the courtyard to admire the winter plum blossoms by the wall.
Nangong Ye stood on the steps with his Sword Case on his back, one hand behind him as he gazed over Ten Thousand Miles of Clouded Sky. His slender figure and icy beauty made him look rather like a Daoist Sect sword immortal guarding someone's path, while the White Jade Crown on his head lent him an even more untouchable, otherworldly air.
But the moment he noticed his dear disciple approaching, Nangong Ye's composure broke, and guilt appeared in his beautiful phoenix eyes.
"Qingmo, what brings you here?"
"Master."
Seeing his master's breathtaking beauty and air untouched by worldly dust, Linghu Qingmo felt rather ashamed of his own inferiority. He felt that his Dao Heart was still insufficiently clear, obsessed as he was with love and romance all day. He approached, bowed, and glanced into the room.
"Who is this senior?"
Linghu Qingmo had spent the past two days in the palace and therefore had not met Bu Qingya.
Nangong Ye briefly