The setting sun slanted westward.
In the bedroom on the top floor of Nine Dragons Hall, Xie Jinhuan rose from the spacious bed and put on his robes.
Behind the gauze curtains, the delicately sculpted Zisu Great Immortal had helped Wanyi shoulder the pressure and was already sleeping sweetly. Wanyi was still awake, however, and the effects of the "plot aloud pill" had yet to wear off. Her eyes darted about as she tried to suppress her thoughts, but her inward muttering could still be heard: "He'll definitely go find Big Ice Lump next. That Yuehua girl will definitely have to head over again later-"
Bu Yuehua lay sprawled at the bedside, her plump, pale full moon raised high, her shoulders and cheek resting limply on the thin quilt. Her breathing was barely audible.
Hearing her unfilial disciple's grumbling naturally roused Bu Yuehua somewhat. She propped herself up a little. "Wanyi, you haven't had your fill, have you? Then how about-"
"!"
Lin Wanyi hurriedly shrank farther inward and nudged her Gold-Rimmed Glasses. "I was just thinking idly. Rest properly. Your voice is already hoarse, and you're still stirring up trouble-"
"Whose voice is hoarse?"
As a maid, Qinwen was still a little embarrassed. Kneeling beside him to help fasten his belt, she interjected, "Your voice is a little hoarse. You should rest some more, Manor Lord."
Bu Yuehua felt that her exhaustion had a great deal to do with Xie Jinhuan taking sides. She threw her undergarment at him. "Heartless man. Go find your Big Ice Lump. Don't come here again-?"
Xie Jinhuan had been ready to leave, but seeing Sister Bu unhappy, he certainly couldn't leave it at that. After looking her over briefly, he took her hands and pulled them behind her into a moon-framing heart. The